Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 204

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CCIV CHRIST'S FRIENDS
Before Thine Altar on my bended knees,When I remember those Thy friends that lieHelpless and hopeless, sunk in misery,O Christ, I love Thee, but I love not these.
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Without them I may never hope to pleaseThat friend of theirs who had no word to sayWhen from his side the rich man turned away.O Christ, Thou lov'st not me. Thou lovest these!

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