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I see His Blood Upon
the Rose by
Joseph Mary Plunkett
I see His blood upon the rose And
in the stars the glory of His eyes, His body gleams amid eternal snows, His tears fall from the skies.
I see
His face in every flower; The thunder and the singing of the birds Are but His voice—and carven by His power Rocks
are His written words.
All pathways by His feet are worn, His strong heart stirs the ever-beating sea, His crown
of thorns is twined with every thorn, His cross is every tree.
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