 I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by Andrea Fiore. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing, till it spread over the stars, the heavens bowed their head. As from its hard, slow drip to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by Anna Roberts. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow drip to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by Barony. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow drip to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by Clarice Niter. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow drip to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by Diliabab. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow drip to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by David Lawrence. February 14, 2009, in Brampton, Ontario. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by David Barnes. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org, by Glenn Simonson. I saw the sun at midnight rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with a stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain, the night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine glory as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hued yet glowing, heavy with a stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth. Of rights wherewith to call upon thy name, thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou pwnest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red. By Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red. By Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Mike Vendetti, Mike Vendetti. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain, then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Pat Jean Batista. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Patty Marie. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its hard, slow-dripped to crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by P. D. Wright. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as if its heart slowly dripped of crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our heaven sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Federman. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its heart slowly dripped of crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Rhonda Federman. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its heart slowly dripped of crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org by Secrets. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed, yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its heart slowly dripped of crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makeest it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett, read for LibriVox.org. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its heart slow-dripped to crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makes it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth, and for our glory sufferest all shame. End of poem. This recording is in the public domain. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, by Joseph Mary Plunkett. I saw the sun at midnight, rising red, deep-hewed yet glowing, heavy with the stain of blood compassion, and I saw it gain swiftly in size, and growing till it spread over the stars. The heavens bowed their head, as from its heart slow-dripped to crimson rain. Then a great tremor shook it, as of pain. The night fell, moaning, as it hung there dead. O sun, O Christ, O bleeding heart of flame, thou giveest thine agony as our life's worth, and makes it infinite, lest we have dearth of rights wherewith to call upon thy name. Thou uponest heaven as a pledge for earth.