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Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear

March 24, 2016

 


  Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear;
  For these are all the grapes Sion doth bear,
  Though I my vine planted and watred there:
           Was ever grief like mine?

  So sits the earths great curse in Adams fall
  Upon my head; so I remove it all
  From th’ earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:
           Was ever grief like mine?

  Then with the reed they gave to me before,
  They strike my head, the rock from whence all store
  Of heav’nly blessings issue evermore:
           Was ever grief like mine?

  They bow their knees to me, and cry, Hail king:
  What ever scoffes or scornfulnesse can bring,
  I am the floore, the sink, where they it fling:
           Was ever grief like mine?

"The Sacrifice"

The Temple
George Herbert, The Works of George Herbert (London: George Routledge & Co., 1854), 24–25.

 

"The Crowning with Thorns", Titian, 1545

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