I had no God but these,
The sacerdotal trees,
And they uplifted me,
"I hung upon a Tree."

The sun and moon I saw,
And reverential awe
Subdued me day and night,
"I am the perfect light."

Within a lifeless stone --
All other gods unknown --
I sought Divinity,
"The Corner-stone am I."

For sacrificial feast
I slaughtered man and beast,
Red recompense to gain.
"So I a Lamb was slain."

"Yea, such My hungering Grace
That whereso'er My face
Is hidden, none may grope
Beyond eternal Hope."

... John Banister Tabb