John Bannister Tabb

(1845-1909 / the United States)

Golgotha - Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Alone I stand upon the sacred height,
Where erst, at noon, the night its mantle flung
O'er the Divine Humanity that hung
To brutal gaze exposed. The conscious light
To sudden blindness withered at the sight
Of mortal pangs from wounds immortal wrung;
The earth her gates sepulchral open swung,
Impatient for the soul's descending flight


To her expectant shades. O Calvary!
Again the dripping darkness crowns thy brow,
And I (as then, to His all-seeing mind)
Weep 'mid the general gloom. Oh! let me be,
As in those hours of anguish, hidden now
In shades of death, the light of life to find.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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