You the Christ! Come this way
From harrowing Hell as the King
Vine leaves and glories scattering.
Twilight was all rose-red, When,
crowned with vine and thorn,
Came our God from out the dead;
And his hands and feet were torn.
I knew him not, for he came alone:
I knew him not, whom I had known.
He said: “For love, for love, I wear the vine and thorn.”
He said: “For love, for love, My hands and feet were torn:
For love, the cross Death I trod.”
And I cried in pain: “O Lord my God.”
Adapted from the poem to the Greek god Iacchus
and titled "Iacchus" by Mrs. R A Taylor, 1904
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