BLIND BARTIMEUS. BLIND Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd; he hears a breath Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth!" And calls, in tones of agony, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με! The thronging multitudes increase; Then saith the Christ, as silent stands The crowd, "What wilt thou at my hands?" And he replies, "O give me light! Rabbi, restore the blind man's sight!" And Jesus answers, Υπαγε Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε! Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see, Recall those mighty Voices Three, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με ! Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ὕπαγε! ̔Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε ! THE GOBLET OF LIFE. FILLED is Life's goblet to the brim; With solemn voice and slow. No purple flowers, no garlands green, Conceal the goblet's shade or sheen, Nor maddening draughts of Hippocrene, Like gleams of sunshine, flash between Thick leaves of misletoe. This goblet, wrought with curious art, Is filled with waters, that upstart, When the deep fountains of the heart, By strong convulsions rent apart, Are running all to waste. And as it mantling passes round, Above the lowly plants it towers, Was gifted with the wondrous powers, Lost vision to restore. It gave new strength, and fearless mood; And gladiators, fierce and rude, Mingled it in their daily food; And he who battled and subdued, Then in Life's goblet freely press, The leaves that give it bitterness, New light and strength they give! And he who has not learned to know He has not learned to live. |