This in Remembrance
I saw the cross adorning
The chasuble and psalter
On Resurrection morning.
I saw, and did not falter,
The body and the blood,
The chalice on the altar.
Yet cold of heart I stood
Who had adored so lately
Your breast serene and good.
Your pulse that races sweetly,
Your lips where comfort lies
Hold all my mysteries.
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