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A Better Ressurrection
Christina Rossetti, 1862

1     I have no wit, no words, no tears;
2         My heart within me like a stone
3     Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
4         Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
5     I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
6         No everlasting hills I see;
7     My life is in the falling leaf:
8         O Jesus, quicken me.

9     My life is like a faded leaf,
10       My harvest dwindled to a husk:
11   Truly my life is void and brief
12       And tedious in the barren dusk;
13   My life is like a frozen thing,
14       No bud nor greenness can I see:
15   Yet rise it shall--the sap of Spring;
16       O Jesus, rise in me.

17   My life is like a broken bowl,
18       A broken bowl that cannot hold
19   One drop of water for my soul
20       Or cordial in the searching cold;
21   Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
22       Melt and remould it, till it be
23   A royal cup for Him, my King:
24       O Jesus, drink of me.