Classic Poem

If you should one day find those eyes upon you
Whose dear wan lids once closed in Galilee
The night you lowered that still too lovely Burden
From one high cross on shadowed Calvary;

If you should know Whose lips are sweet with languor,
Whose hands still hold release from old distress,
And sudden rise and follow when He calls you
To your own cross and agony no less;

If you should hear the voice that whispered to you
Tender and strong, with not a single change
From that good-by when lanterns woke the Garden,
Shatter your soul—would it seem very strange?