‑ ANDREW LANSDOWN
Finally, one arrives at the place
Of the skull because there is nowhere Else
to go. And there before the face Of bone one pauses in despair.
The culmination of all evil
Is displayed before one's eyes:
Man's heart conspired with the devil And
cared little for disguise.
Yet if, at the sight of the Cross,
a light is struck on the rough of the brain
and the mind conceives all bar this is
vain,
There comes a voice that reassures:
Thus is the seed of tenderness sown
in
the cleft of the heart of stone.
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