Cry mercy now before Him; kneel,And let your heart's conversion swellThe wonder of His miracle."
I saw; I touched; yet doubted him;My fingers faltered down his slimSides, down his breathing length of limb.Incredulous of sight and touch,"No more," I cried, "this is too muchFor one mad brain to stagger through."For there he stood in utmost viewWhose death I had been witness to;But now he breathed; he lived; he walked;His tongue could speak my name; he talked.He questioned me to know what artHad made his enemies depart.Either I leaped or crawled to whereI last had seen stiff on the airThe form than life more dear to me;But where had swayed that miseryNow only was a flowering treeThat soon would travail into fruit.Slowly my mind released its muteBewilderment, while truth took rootIn me and blossomed into light:"Down, down," I cried, in joy and fright,As all He said came back to me
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