Treasure Island

Richard Crashaw

(1612 - 1649 / England)

Christ Crucified


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!

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2003

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