‘ THE BLlND M A N ENTREATETH CHRZST’ (Luke xviii)

P E A C E me no peace, ill crowd ! With all my hopes so ni h

My tongue shall not be loud. 5 My need forbear to cry?

I will be mute enow As soon as H e shall speak,

That Voice, did ye but know It hath the eyes I seek.

Have mercy on my night, Have mercy upon me,

Lord by the primal light That smiled its first in Thee.

Have mercy upon me, Have mercy, by that light

Which, if it see nQt Thee, Will darken into night.

Have mercy upon me, Have mercy, by that light

Which my belief in Thee Finds at the core of night!

This radiance in my soul Demands the eyeballs’ day.

Lord, grant the second dole Nor take the first away !

From Zmproba turba tace, of Crashaw (Epigram- mata Sacra, p. 304; Camb. Univ. Edition).

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