W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.
St. John the Baptist Beheaded in Prison (I.)From the Parisian Breviary
With voice that sternly cries; and as he goes
Hang on his words a growing multitude?
His is no brow that swells with fancied woes,
Nurs’d in a palace or a court’s repose:
No reed is he which to the moaning gale
Waves its tall shadow in the moonlight pale.
He hath been rear’d to holy hardihood,
And the deep wild now hears again the sound
Of her Elijah in the solitude;
Who with his spirit bold, and might endued
The thunders of God’s law proclaims aloud,
To soldier, Pharisee, and humble crowd.
Unto the subtle tyrant he draws near;
No coward fears the Prophet’s heart appal,
No courtly favour wins, nor listening ear
His holy admonitions glad to hear;
But e’en in kingly ears, severe and free,
He warning speaks of foul adultery.
To Thee, O holy, holy, holy Three,
To Thee, O blessed Three, O awful One,
O Thou who dwellest in eternity,
All love, all might, all glory be to Thee,
A sacrifice to Thee our hearts we raise,
Make Thou them meet to sing Thine endless praise.