"I See His Blood upon the Rose"

I See His Blood upon the Rose

by Joseph Mary Plunkett

(1887-1916)

I see His blood upon the rose 

   And in the stars the glory of His eyes,

His Body gleams amid eternal snows,

   His tears fall from the skies.

I see His face in every flower;

   The thunder and the singing of the birds

Are but His voice -- and carven by His power

   Rocks are His written words.

All pathways by His feet are worn,

   His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea,

His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn,

   His Cross is every tree.

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