I See His Blood Apon the Rose..............~The Mystery~

I see his blood apon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes,
His body gleams amid eternal snows,
His tears fall from the skies.

I see his face in ever flower;
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but his voice---and carven by his power
Rocs are his written words.

All pathways by his feet are worn,
His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,
His cross in every tree.

Joseph Plunkett
died 1916


~The Mystery~

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