Goblin Market, The Prince’s Progress, and Other Poems · Christina Georgina Rossetti

Chapter 58: The Devil

'Thou drinkest deep.' 'When Christ would supHe drained the dregs from out my cup:So how should I be lifted up?'

'Thou shalt win Glory.' 'In the skies,Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyesLest they should look on vanities.'

'Thou shalt have Knowledge.' 'Helpless dust!In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust:Answer Thou for me, Wise and Just.'

'And Might.'-- 'Get thee behind me. Lord,Who hast redeemed and not abhorredMy soul, oh keep it by Thy Word.'