Christ Crucified
1613?-1649
THY restless feet now cannot go
For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
They swim, alas! in their own flood?
Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!
DayPoems Poem No. 334
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/334.html">Christ Crucified by Richard Crashaw</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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