The Holy Emerald

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The gem, to which the artist did entrustThat Face which now outshines the Cherubim,Gave up, full willingly, its emerald dust,To take Christ's likeness, to make room for Him.So must it be, if thou wouldst bear aboutThy Lord -- thy shining surface must be lowered,Thy goodly prominence be chipt and scored,Till those deep scars have brought His features out:Sharp be the stroke and true, make no complaints;For heavenly lines thou givest earthy grit:But oh! how oft our coward spirit faints,When we are called our jewels to submitTo this keen graver, which so oft hath writThe Saviour's image on His wounded saints!

© Turner Charles (Tennyson)