The Vigil Of Good Friday Poem by John Bannister Tabb
The Vigil Of Good Friday
What of the Night? 'Tis dark,
The fatal word
Awakes the warning bird,
For hark
(O Christ, is Faith forgot?)
'I know Him Not!'
What of the night? 'T is cold;
But throngs accurst
Deep-gorge their crimson thirst.
O Christ, again forsworn,
Is Hope forlorn?
What of the night? 'T is dead!
The darker day
Approaching, terror-gray
She fled.
O Christ! its perjury
Love weeps for Thee.
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