Humanity
methought a moment that I stood
where hung the Christ upon the Cross,
just when mankind had writ in blood
the record of its dearest loss.
the bitter drink men offered him
his kingly gesture did decline,
and my heart sought, in musing dim,
some cordial for those lips divine.
when lo!
a cup of purest gold
my trembling fingers did uphold;
within it glowed a wine as red
as hearts, not grapes, its drops had shed.
drink deep, my
Christ, I offer thee
the ransom of Humanity.
J. W. H.
; poems old and New.”
this volume contained many of the poems from “later Lyrics” (long out of print), and also much of her later work.
It met with a warm recognition which gave her much pleasure.
late in 1899 appeared the “reminiscences,” on which she had been so long at work.
These were even
