By miracles exceeding power of man, <br />He faith in some, envy in some begat, <br />For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate : <br />In both affections many to Him ran. <br />But O ! the worst are most, they will and can, <br />Alas ! and do, unto th' Immaculate, <br />Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate, <br />Measuring self-life's infinity to span, <br />Nay to an inch. Lo ! where condemned He <br />Bears His own cross, with pain, yet by and by <br />When it bears him, He must bear more and die. <br />Now Thou art lifted up, draw me to Thee, <br />And at Thy death giving such liberal dole, <br />Moist with one drop of Thy blood my dry soul.<br /><br />John Donne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crucifying/
