AS on a window late I cast mine eye,
I saw a vine drop grapes with J and C
Anneal’d on every bunch. One standing by
Ask’d what it meant. I (who am never loth
To spend my judgement) said, It seem’d to me
To be the bodie and the letters both
Of Joy and Charitie ; Sir, you have not miss’d,
The man reply’d ; It figures JESUS CHRIST.
Herbert, George. The Poetical Works of George Herbert.
New York: D. Appleton and Co., 1857. 147.
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