by: Robert Hugh Benson
a very god thou wert to me;
- Haloed with brilliant virtues; every grace
- Lived in thy look and shone about thy face:
- I bowed beneath thee, loved, feared, worshipped thee.
- Then in my folly and my jealousy
- I let my critic thoughts prevail apace,
- Which entered, swarming, tore thee from thy place,
- And dashed thee down in wrath and enmity.
- So some ungallant priest in other days
- Bade Cromwell's troopers to the House of God,
- And marked Our Lady totter from the height;
- And when the shame was finished, in amaze
- Looked piteously, and, kneeling where they trod,
- Fell all a-weeping at the sorry sight.
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"Hero Worship" is reprinted
from Poems. Robert Hugh Benson. New York: P.J. Kenedy
& Sons, 1914.