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, |
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And upwards from a child |
| Full of unlovely thoughts and rebel aims |
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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! |
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And this is tidings good |
| For souls, who, pierced that they have caused |
| that woe, |
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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 |