June

John the precursor of the Lord forsook
Companionship one could not now forsake,
(For want of such companionship) to make
His lodging in the wild beside the brook.

He who knew Jesus, Mary, undertook
The pathway of the wilderness, the ache
Of hunger and contrition, to awake
The Voice predicted in the ancient book.

Saint admirable in thy ruggedness,
Implant an apprehension stout and rough
Of that great sample of thy desert stuff:
He shall increase while I grow ever less.
Words gold among the golden, for if these
Are not a rule of sanctity, what is?
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