"I SEE HIS BLOOD UPON THE ROSE"
Joseph Mary Plunkett, 1887-1916
1
I see His blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of His eyes
His body gleams amid eternal snows
His tears fall from the skies
2
I see His face in every flower
The thunder and the singing of the birds
Are but His voice - and carven by His power
Rocks are His written words
3
All pathways by His feet are worn
His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn
His cross is every tree
