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E Tenebris (Author: Oscar Wilde)

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1. • 1] COME down, O Christ, and help me! reach Thy hand,
     2] For I am drowning in a stormier sea
     3] Than Simon on Thy lake of Galilee:
     4] The wine of life is spilt upon the sand,
     5] My heart is as some famine-murdered land,
     6] Whence all good things have perished utterly,
     7] And well I know my soul in Hell must lie
     8] If I this night before God's throne should stand.
   • 9] ‘He sleeps perchance, or rideth to the chase,’
     10] ‘Like Baal, when his prophets howled that name’
     11] ‘From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height.’
     12] Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
     13] The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
     14] The wounded hands, the weary human face.