A Sonnet

(Matthew 27:46.)

(Before a high altar)

Nay, Christ! I bow no head before thy throne,
Nor do I kneel and make a moan, and show
My heart with all its heritage [unclear: woc]
To thee whose sorrow equals scarce my own.
Nay, Christ! for now I am a man full-grown
And take my stand and told thy god my foe—
My foe and thine—for on thy cross I Know
Deserted by thy God . . . thou did'st alone . . . .
So now against the Sky I hold my face.
No mercy do I ask, no homage give.
But lift my voice and cry thro' Time and Space
I Have my right to die, my right to live.
And, triumphing, to [unclear: spam] him at the end
Who proved at last to thee so false a friend.