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Richard Crashaw

Christ Crucified

THY restless feet now cannot go
    For us and our eternal good,
As they were ever wont. What though
    They swim, alas! in their own flood?

Thy hands to give Thou canst not lift,
    Yet will Thy hand still giving be;
It gives, but O, itself's the gift!
    It gives tho' bound, tho' bound 'tis free!

 
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About the poet
Richard Crashaw
 
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