VENERATION OF IMAGES

Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat,

Gather, clasp, welcome, bind,

Lack, or remember! whose warm pulses beat

With love of thine own kind;

Unlifted for a blessing on yon sea,

Unshrined on this high-way,

O flesh, O grief, thou too shalt have our knee,

Thou rood of every day!