Our Lord's Last Prayer

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Title:     Our Lord's Last Prayer
Author: Edward Doyle [More Titles by Doyle]

"Forgive them, Sire! They know not what they do."--
Ah, Christ! how at that face to face God-plea,
The Demon and his legions, mocking thee
With every generation, brought to view,
Flashed with dismay, and, boltless lightening through
The ages, thunder down Eternity,
'Till faint as the sound in shells, far from the sea;
For that thy prayer would be vouchsafed, they knew.

All grandeurs, gathered as a dazzling crown
For thee, in barter for thy knee's least bend,
The Demon dashed to fragments to Time's end.
There, born anew in spirit, we look down
And, in the ocean of thy prayer, Amen'd,
See but earth's monsters, with the demons drown.

[The end]
Edward Doyle's poem: Our Lord's Last Prayer

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