Christina Rossetti: Long Barren

Long Barren

Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree, My God, for me;   Though I till now be barren, now at length   Lord, give me strength To bring forth fruit to Thee.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn, Spitting and scorn;   Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now   Strengthen me Thou That better fruit be borne. 
Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots, Vine of sweet fruits,   Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf,   Of thousands Chief, Feed Thou my feeble shoots.