CHRIST THE COMRADE
By Padraic Colum
Christ, by Thine own darkened hourLive within my heart and brain!Let my hands not slip the rein.Ah, how long ago it isSince a comrade rode with me!Now a moment let me seeThyself, lonely in the dark,Perfect, without wound or mark.
Christ, by Thine own darkened hourLive within my heart and brain!Let my hands not slip the rein.Ah, how long ago it isSince a comrade rode with me!Now a moment let me seeThyself, lonely in the dark,Perfect, without wound or mark.
Christ, by Thine own darkened hourLive within my heart and brain!Let my hands not slip the rein.
Christ, by Thine own darkened hour
Live within my heart and brain!
Let my hands not slip the rein.
Ah, how long ago it isSince a comrade rode with me!Now a moment let me see
Ah, how long ago it is
Since a comrade rode with me!
Now a moment let me see
Thyself, lonely in the dark,Perfect, without wound or mark.
Thyself, lonely in the dark,
Perfect, without wound or mark.