Easter Communion

 Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast: 
God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.

You striped in secret with breath-taking whips, 
Those crooked rough-scored chequers may be pieced
To crosses meant for Jesu's; you whom the East 
With draught of thin and pursuant cold so nips
Breathe Easter now; you serged fellowships, 
You vigil-keepers with low flames decreased, 

God shall o'er-brim the measures you have spent
With oil of gladness, for sackcloth and frieze
And the ever-fretting shirt of punishment
Give myrrhy-threaded golden folds of ease.

Your scarce-sheathed bones are weary of being bent: 
Lo, God shall strengthen all the feeble knees.

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