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On the Massacre of the Christians in Bulgaria (Author: Oscar Wilde)
- 1] CHRIST, dost thou live indeed? or are Thy bones
2] Still straitened in their rock-hewn sepulchre?
3] And was Thy Rising only dreamed by Her
4] Whose love of Thee for all her sin atones?
5] For here the air is horrid with men's groans,
6] The priests who call upon Thy name are slain,
7] Dost Thou not hear the bitter wail of pain
8] From those whose children lie upon the stones?
- 9] Come down, O Son of God! incestuous gloom
10] Curtains the land, and through the starless night
11] Over Thy Cross a Crescent moon I see!
12] If Thou in very truth didst burst the tomb
13] Come down, O Son of Man! and show Thy might,
14] Lest Mahomet be crowned instead of Thee!