Classic Poem

THE DUMB CURED .

His eyes uplifted, and his hands close clasp'd,
The dumb man, with a supplicating look,
Turn'd as the Lord pass'd by: Jesus beheld,
And on him bent a pitying look, and spake:
His moving lips are by the suppliant seen,
And the last accents of the healing sentence
Ring in that ear which never heard before.
Prostrate the man restored falls-to the earth,
And uses first the gift, the gift sublime,
Of speech, in giving thanks to him whose voice
Was never utter'd but in doing good.