The Ballad of Reading Goad
"The Ballad of Reading Goad"
by Oscar Wilde
And all the woe that moved him so
That gave that bitter cry,
And the wild regrets and bloody sweats,
None knew so well as I;
For he who lives more lives than one
More deaths than one must die...
And every human heart that breaks
In prison-cell or yard,
Is at that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of costliest nard.
Ah! Happy day they whose hearts can break
And peace and pardon win!
How else may man make straight his plan
And cleanse his soul from sin?
How else but through a broken heart
May Lord Christ enter in?