Unreality
O, DEADLY art! high-sounding words to use,
Which goodly promise make;
Then afterwards their meaning to refuse,
And so that promise break!
They told me of the Body and the Blood,
At Faith's high Feast received;
Clear were the words;—I thought I understood;
But find myself deceived.
Of any other Body knew I naught,
Save that which rose divine;
That I had eaten that same Flesh, I thought,
In truth, and not in sign.
Alas! for startled at so plain a creed,
Now one and all exclaim,
“It is His Body and His Flesh, indeed,
But not the very same.”
O fools, and was it to such men as you
That I my faith had tied?
I thought at first your promise sounded true,
But find that ye have lied!
Which goodly promise make;
Then afterwards their meaning to refuse,
And so that promise break!
They told me of the Body and the Blood,
At Faith's high Feast received;
Clear were the words;—I thought I understood;
But find myself deceived.
Of any other Body knew I naught,
Save that which rose divine;
That I had eaten that same Flesh, I thought,
In truth, and not in sign.
Alas! for startled at so plain a creed,
Now one and all exclaim,
“It is His Body and His Flesh, indeed,
But not the very same.”
O fools, and was it to such men as you
That I my faith had tied?
I thought at first your promise sounded true,
But find that ye have lied!
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