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Title: Fate in Arcadia, and other poems
Year: 1892 (1890s)
Authors: Ellis, Edwin John
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Publisher: London : Ward & Downey
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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^--^ V\/ho5fe Ima^t a^ Su//^trs>crt^c>rL-,? P IST 155 WHOSE IMAGE AND SUPERSCRIPTION? Who told us Eve was golden-haired Or Adam large of limb ?And Christ ? How looked He as he fared Back to the Cherubim ?The bearded Moses we surmise, Elijah, bare of brow,As though they stood before our eyes As common men do now. Does great Jehovah wear the mask That first was carved for Jove ?Or did the heathen sculptor ask More than might him behove ?We cannot love a faceless thing, An earless, eyeless God,To whom in vain the Angels sing As larks above the sod. 156 O God, Creator of our dreams Shared between man and Thee,A little make-believing seems No such idolatry;And even if the thing were sin. Yet must we do it still:—Thou in Thine Image didst begin The Idol Thou dost kill.
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157 THE GOOD SHEPHERD. * Who chargeth his Angels with folly. * Peace on the Earth ! the Angels word,Heard by the shepherds at His birth : I come not to send peace on earth, Said the Good Shepherd, but a sword. 158 HIMSELF. At Golgotha I stood alone, And trembled in the empty night: The shadow of a cross was shown And Christ thereon who died upright. The shadow murmured as I went, I cannot see thee,—who art thou ? Art thou my friend ? or art thou sentIn hate to rail upon me now. * I have been Christ who linger here,A shadow only weak and light, And I go mad with tear on tear, A ghost of sorrow through the night. 159 I cannot see thee. Art thou one Of those I lived to save,-—and saved ?I saved thee ; but the sands that runHave filled the trace of w^ords engraved. I wrote with finger on the ground One pardon, then with blood on wood.The priests and elders waited round,But none could read of all that stood. * None read, and now I linger here,Only the ghost of one who died,For God fors

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