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{{Style P-Poem|poem=In desolate dreams, whose memory terrific,
:Will haunt me to my life’s unhappy close,
The ghost of Christ, our Saviour beatific,
:Disconsolately rose!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=Sad years have flown, but still to me are vivid
:The angry fevers in his piercing eyes
As he before me stood, erect and livid,
:But Godlike in no wise.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=The bleeding palms and feet, the blonde beard tangled,
:Were changed not since the dolorous day of death;
I saw the thorn-pressed brow, the lean side mangled,
:And heard his hot, quick breath!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=But marked with stupor that no sign of meekness
:Dwelt in that face, still marvellously fair;
And that his lips were curled in scornful weakness,
:While no prayer lingered there.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=And he whose pure, imperishable glory,
:The fears of men for ages did assuage,
He, the unique, the sweet, the salvatory,
:Stood pallid in strong rage.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=And with vindictive voice upon me calling;
:This poor Redeemer, bartered, murdered, sold,
To me, mute, shivering mortal, an appalling
:And hideous story told!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=Which, were it known, and could mankind conceive it,
:This strange weird vision most sublimely sad,
Would fill with awe the minds that dared believe it,
:And make whole nations mad.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=For in this tale of sacrifice and error,
:Monstrous narration of bewildering things,
I understood at last Christ’s pain and terror,
:His unknown sufferings!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=With words that scorched like fire my very being,
:As I before him palpitantly sighed,
He cried out loudly, “Man, thou now art seeing
:One that was crucified!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“I tell to thee, and verily, oh dreamer,
:By all the gory horror of my brow,
That I, God’s Son, was loftier and supremer
:On earth than I am now!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“For I, like thee, once knew rare dreams Elysian,
:When, a pure child, dim centuries ago,
I first beheld in sleep a dazzling vision,
:And heard a voice say low:}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“‘Arise! thou chosen of the Lord, and ponder
:On these my dictates, upon these my words:
The breath of Heaven is in thee; rise and wander
:Forth among beasts and birds.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“‘Preach unto man my laws humane and holy,
:For thou of earth art not, but most divine;
Preach on the gold of thrones, in hamlets lowly,
:The grandeur which is mine.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“‘Be faithful, meek and chaste; the power is given
:To thee even now all souls to blindly sway;
While God, omniscient in the heart of Heaven,
:Will guide thee on thy way.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“‘More than a king, gem-crowned, in Syrian raiment,
:Greater than worshiped prophets wilt thou be,
For thou shalt never die, nor will base payment
:Be even taken of thee.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“‘Jehovah, his proud equal now doth make thee,
:Until thy glorious mission shall be done;
And through life’s gloom his light will ne’er forsake thee,
:Oh blessed, anointed one!’}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Then o’er me came divinest inspiration,
:Knowledge and wisdom grew within my mind,
And love, like some delicious revelation,
:Dawned for entire mankind.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“And I went forth feeling new joys immensely,
:For pride had flown to my unsullied heart,
And I revered this august God intensely,
:Of whom I seemed a part.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“How could I doubt, when sense of love and pardon
:Which my weak soul before had never felt,
With infinite pity that no scorn could harden,
:Sudden within me dwelt?}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Therefore immaculate, with resignation,
:Out to the traitorous world I humbly went,
Destined in holy ways for man’s salvation,
:Meek and benevolent.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Yet often, alas, dire thoughts would vex and grieve me—
:What, if all were an idle dream or whim?
What, if this subtle guardian did deceive me?
:Why place my trust in him?}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“But heavenly voices, when these doubts came o’er me,
:Sang faith back to my soul, and made it true,
While radiant hands of light would point before me
:The path I should pursue.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“So, confident I trod the vales Judean,
:Loved by the sick, the famished and the lame,
While one incessant eulogistic pæan
:Hailed my redeeming name!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“By all revered, and fearing no detraction,
:Conscious of subtle and undying powers,
I blessed and saved with ''human'' satisfaction,
:Among Samarian bowers.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“The sea and land in slavish ways obeyed me,
:My miracles spread hope through all the land,
For God himself was there to urge and aid me,
:And guide my healing hand.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“And yet I, cynosure of all, would wonder
:Why, if I were divine, should common greed
Creep through my veins—imperiously sunder
:And shake my rooted creed?}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Why should I feel, I, pure and vision-laden,
:A ravishment, a yearning, a surprise,
When in dusk hours some flower-like Hebrew maiden
:Gazed in my answering eyes?}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=I knew not until reason proved me tempted,
:Then from the warm allurement I would flee,
For God, I felt, from sin had not exempted
:The flesh, vile part of me!}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Ah now, while my poor spirit wanders sphereless,
:Alone in incommensurable space,
I still remember those delicious, peerless
:Sweet dreamy days of grace,}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“When throngs adoring, in that past existence,
{{Style S-Lost|Kiss}}{{Style S-Lost|…}}ick, eager lips my passing hem,
While white before me i{{Style S-Lost|…}}distance
:Rose towered Jerusalem.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Ah! I recall with tomb-touched memories tender
:The Mount of Olives, and each fruitful tree
That nursed blithe birds above the gem-like splendor
:Of lakes like Galilee.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“By Him at that hour I was not forsaken,
:For in the inner essence of my soul,
Poesy’s charm to me he did awaken,
:And gave me its control.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Then I, than earth’s most noble bards was greater,
:And on my lips inspired there ever hung
The unuttered canticles of my creator,
:Songs that no man has sung.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“And I remember those departed glories,
:When Kedron’s vales re-echoed linnets’ songs,
And how I charmed with texts and allegories
:The vast, attentive throngs;}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“And when with my disciples, friends and leaders,
:I roamed where Spring had made Gennesaret green,
And how amid Bethany’s tall cedars
:I preached my creed serene;}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“With John beside me, Matthew, James and Peter,
:The upright Andrew, the confiding Jude;
Men whose allegiance and whose love made sweeter
:The strange life I pursued.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“And I recall those nights when, charmed, I listened
:To music of soft ugabs and shophars;
While the blue depths of calm Tiberias glistened
:Beneath a world of stars.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Alas! the enchantment passed, while fast and faster
:Continuous evil fell upon my head;
I, the world’s benefactor, guide and pastor,
:Was into ambush led.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“Yet faith had utterly and blindly filled me,
:For I had healed with my caressing touch,
And men who—were I powerless—would have killed me,
:Worshiped and marvelled much.}}
 
{{Style P-Poem|poem=“From rabid bodies I had cast forth demons,
:And I amid the human hordes, elect,
Could purify the sins of lawless lemans,
:And dead men resurrect.}}
 
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