Author Richard Crashaw Whatever story of their cruelty, Or nail, or thorn, or spear have writ in Thee, Are in another sense Still legible ; Sweet is the difference : Once I did spell Every red letter A wound of Thine ; Now, what is better, Balsam for mine. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments