Brier: Good Friday

Original Text: 
E. Pauline Johnson (Tekahionwake), Flint and Feather: The Complete Poems, with Introduction by Theodore Watts-Dunton and a Biographical Sketch of the Author, Illustrated by J. R. Seavey, 7th edn. (1912: Toronto and London: The Musson Book Co., Ltd., 1921): 67. PS 8469 O3F5 1921 Robarts Library.
1Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
2    Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,
3That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,
4    I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.
5Because I never knew your care to tire,
6    Your hand to weary guiding me aright,
7Because you walk before and crush the brier,
8    It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.
9Because so often you have hearkened to
10    My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,
11That these harsh hands of mine add not unto
12    The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.
Publication Start Year: 
1912
RPO poem Editors: 
Ian Lancashire
RPO Edition: 
RPO 1997-2000.
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