They Have Not Lowered Him
Strong in defeat, because you dared to say
What others dream of only to forget,
Glorious failure, — upon Golgotha yet
You hang, with wan-blanched cheek and gray
Drawn lips that moan, " Forgive them; they
Know not the thing they do. " The centuries fleet,
But still the blunderers transfix thy feet,
And press the thorn yet deeper as they pray.
Stranger than Lazarus who thrilled to hear
Through the deep, death-like trance thy tenderness,
Or blind men clearer-eyed than Pharisees,
Or melodies that haunt a deafened ear. ...
That worshipers in smug forgetfulness
Leave thee to hang and mock thee from their knees!
What others dream of only to forget,
Glorious failure, — upon Golgotha yet
You hang, with wan-blanched cheek and gray
Drawn lips that moan, " Forgive them; they
Know not the thing they do. " The centuries fleet,
But still the blunderers transfix thy feet,
And press the thorn yet deeper as they pray.
Stranger than Lazarus who thrilled to hear
Through the deep, death-like trance thy tenderness,
Or blind men clearer-eyed than Pharisees,
Or melodies that haunt a deafened ear. ...
That worshipers in smug forgetfulness
Leave thee to hang and mock thee from their knees!
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