He is gone! beyond the skies,
A cloud receives him from our eyes:
Gone beyond the highest height
Of mortal gaze or angel’s flight:
Through the veils of time and space,
Passed into the holiest place:
All the toil, the sorrow done,
All the battle fought and won.
He is gone; and we return,
And our hearts within us burn;...
Plus profitable est de t'écouter lire
Que d'Apollo ouïr toucher la lyre,
Où ne se prend plaisir que pour l'oreille :
Mais en ta langue ornée et nonpareille
Chacun y peut plaisir et fruit élire.
Ainsi, d'autant qu'un Dieu doit faire et dire
Mieux qu'un mortel, chose où n'ait que redire,
D'autant il faut estimer ta merveille
Plus profitable.
...
Then all the disciples forsook him and fled.-ST. MATTHEW xxvi. 56.
FLED!-and from whom? The Man of woe
Who in Gethsemane had felt
Such pangs as bade the blood-drops flow,
And the crushed heart with anguish melt?
They who were gathered round his board,
Partook his...
