89. Reverence

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I BOW at Jesu's name, for 'tis the Sign
Of awful mercy towards a guilty line.
Of shameful ancestry, in birth defiled,
               And upwards from a child
Full of unlovely thoughts and rebel aims
               And scorn of judgment-flames,
How without fear can I behold my Life,
The Just assailing sin, and death-stain'd in the
      strife?

And so, albeit His woe is our release,
Thought of that woe aye dims our earthly peace;
The Life is hidden in a Fount of Blood!
               And this is tidings good
For souls, who, pierced that they have caused
      that woe,
               Are fain to share it too:
But for the many, clinging to their lot
Of worldly ease and sloth, 'tis written "Touch Me
      not."

Off Monte Pelegrino.
June
14, 1833

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