Whatever story of their cruelty,
Or nail, or thorn, or spear have writ in Thee,
Are in another sense
Still legible ;
Sweet is the difference :
Once I did spell
Every red letter
A wound of Thine ;
Now, what is better,
Balsam for mine.
More verses by Richard Crashaw
- Wishes To His (Supposed) Mistress
- Samson To His Delilah
- Charitas Nimia; Or, The Dear Bargain
- The Weeper
- On The Prodigal