The Unknown God, by Caroline Spencer

The Unknown God

Of old the gods were feasted
On music, mirth and wine;
But men that drank their nectar
Did not grow divine.
The ancient gods have perished,
Their pleasures drew them down;
And One that willed to suffer
Is putting on the crown.   Behold the Burden-Bearer!
O, lightly up by Him
The shining stars are holden,
The chanting seraphim.
But heavy is the travail
Of worlds He brings to birth;
The long and anguished wailing
Of creatures like the earth.   What cordial doth inspire thee,
O Thou that faintest not?
A drop thereof can sweeten
One bitter human lot.
Love, perfect and immortal,
Doth make Thee glad to bear;
Thy joy it is to suffer,
While pain is everywhere.   I see Thee through the ages,
And after time is o'er;
Thou art forever giving,
And bearing evermore.
Into thy joy we enter
With trembling and with tears;
To serve with growing gladness
Through everlasting years.

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