{"id":2359,"date":"2012-02-27T14:22:51","date_gmt":"2012-02-27T14:22:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/?page_id=2359"},"modified":"2012-02-28T12:46:29","modified_gmt":"2012-02-28T12:46:29","slug":"hawker-of-morwenstow-by-lionel-johnson","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/?page_id=2359","title":{"rendered":"Hawker of Morwenstow by Lionel Johnson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>To Mrs. Dalton<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Strong Shepherd of thy sheep, pasturers of the sea;<br \/>\nFar on the Western marge, thy passionate Cornish land!<br \/>\nOh, that from out thy Paradise thou could\u2019st thine hand<br \/>\nReach forth to mine, and I might tell my love to thee.<\/p>\n<p>For one the faith, and one the joy, of thee and me,<br \/>\nCatholic faith and Celtic joy: I understand<br \/>\nSomewhat, I too, the Messengers from Sion strand;<br \/>\nThe voices and the visions of the Mystery.<\/p>\n<p>Ah, not the Chaunt alone was thine; thine too the Quest!<br \/>\nAnd at last the Sangraal of the Paschal Christ<br \/>\nFlashed down its fair red Glory to those dying eyes:<br \/>\nThey closed in death, and opened on the Victim\u2019s Breast.<br \/>\nNow, while they look for ever on the Sacrificed,<br \/>\nRemember, how thine ancient race in twilight lies!<\/p>\n<p>Lionel Johnson, 1895<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>from <em>Poetical Works of Lionel Johnson, <\/em>Elkin Mathews, 1915, pp. 254-5.<\/p>\n<p><em>Contributed by Charles Cox<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>LINKS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/theotherpages.org\/poems\/johns01.html\"><strong>&#8211; More poems by Lionel Pigot Johnson (1867-1902) at Poets&#8217; Corner<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.victorianweb.org\/decadence\/mangravite.html\"><strong>&#8211; &#8216;Lionel Johnson as a Religious Poet&#8217;, at the Victorian Web<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>To Mrs. Dalton Strong Shepherd of thy sheep, pasturers of the sea; Far on the Western marge, thy passionate Cornish land! Oh, that from out thy Paradise thou could\u2019st thine hand Reach forth to mine, and I might tell my love to thee. For one the faith, and one the joy, of thee and me, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":1116,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-2359","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2359","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2359"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2359\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2367,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/2359\/revisions\/2367"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1116"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.robertstephenhawker.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2359"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}