Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GETHSEMANE, by EDMUND LEAMY First Line: Breathes there a man who claimeth not Last Line: Touch hands with god. Subject(s): Gethsemane | ||||||||
Breathes there a man who claimeth not One lonely spot, His own Gethsemane, Whither with his inmost pain He fain Would weary plod, Find the surcease that is known In wind a-moan And sobbing sea, Cry his sorrow hid of men, And then Touch hands with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LITTLE HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THERE WAS A GARDEN by MARIE BARTON THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE by LUCRETIA MARIA DAVIDSON GETHSEMANE by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |
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