Элис Мейнелл (Alice Meynell)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

In Portugal, 1912


And will they cast the altars down,
    Scatter the chalice, crush the bread?
In field, in village, and in town
    He hides an unregarded head;

Waits in the corn-lands far and near,
    Bright in His sun, dark in His frost,
Sweet in the vine, ripe in the ear—
    Lonely unconsecrated Host.

In ambush at the merry board
    The Victim lurks unsacrificed;
The mill conceals the harvest's Lord,
    The wine-press holds the unbidden Christ.





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