BERNARD M'EVOY
THROUGH a Gethsemane of city streets,Whose ministering angels seemed from hell,And ever stabbed me with their venomed darts,Till soul and body writhed in misery,I strayed—a hunted mortal—sport of Fate.Then, when 'twas worst, behold thy pictured face!Calm, peaceful, resolute; thy comrades trueAround thee, "helmed and tall;" ah! then I knewHow angels strengthen us in time of need,And from thy face drew solace for my smart.
THROUGH a Gethsemane of city streets,Whose ministering angels seemed from hell,And ever stabbed me with their venomed darts,Till soul and body writhed in misery,I strayed—a hunted mortal—sport of Fate.Then, when 'twas worst, behold thy pictured face!Calm, peaceful, resolute; thy comrades trueAround thee, "helmed and tall;" ah! then I knewHow angels strengthen us in time of need,And from thy face drew solace for my smart.
THROUGH a Gethsemane of city streets,Whose ministering angels seemed from hell,And ever stabbed me with their venomed darts,Till soul and body writhed in misery,I strayed—a hunted mortal—sport of Fate.Then, when 'twas worst, behold thy pictured face!Calm, peaceful, resolute; thy comrades trueAround thee, "helmed and tall;" ah! then I knewHow angels strengthen us in time of need,And from thy face drew solace for my smart.
THROUGH a Gethsemane of city streets,
Whose ministering angels seemed from hell,
And ever stabbed me with their venomed darts,
Till soul and body writhed in misery,
I strayed—a hunted mortal—sport of Fate.
Then, when 'twas worst, behold thy pictured face!
Calm, peaceful, resolute; thy comrades true
Around thee, "helmed and tall;" ah! then I knew
How angels strengthen us in time of need,
And from thy face drew solace for my smart.