HOPE holds to Christ the mind’s own mirror out | |
To take His lovely likeness more and more. | |
It will not well, so she would bring about | |
An ever brighter burnish than before | |
And turns to wash it from her welling eyes | 5 |
And breathes the blots off all with sighs on sighs. | |
Her glass is blest but she as good as blind | |
Holds till hand aches and wonders what is there; | |
Her glass drinks light, she darkles down behind, | |
All of her glorious gainings unaware. | 10 |
. . . . . . . . I told you that she turned her mirror dim | |
Betweenwhiles, but she sees herself not Him. |
Sunday, 14 October 2012
G.M. Hopkins' "Hope Holds to Christ the Mind’s Own Mirror Out"
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