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In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother Of The Society Of Jesus Post by :ecash Category :Poems Author :Gerard Manley Hopkins Date :August 2011 Read :2634

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In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother Of The Society Of Jesus

HONOUR is flashed off exploit, so we say;
And those strokes once that gashed flesh or galled shield
Should tongue that time now, trumpet now that field,
And, on the fighter, forge his glorious day.
On Christ they do and on the martyr may;
But be the war within, the brand we wield
Unseen, the heroic breast not outward-steeled,
Earth hears no hurtle then from fiercest fray.

Yet God (that hews mountain and continent,
Earth, all, out; who, with trickling increment,
Veins violets and tall trees makes more and more)
Could crowd career with conquest while there went
Those years and years by of world without event
That in Majorca Alfonso watched the door.





(The end)
Gerard Manley Hopkins's poem: In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez Laybrother Of The Society Of Jesus

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