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Show POSTSCRIPT. JESUS CHRIST is passing by, "Nay, nay, it is not He, No lambent glory do I see, No.angels fill the throbbing air, No being passes, kingly, fair; 'Tis but a beggar in the throng-, Who drags his shuffling feet along, All weazened, wrinkled, pale of face, He treads the street with weary pace." Haste, oh haste 1 He comes again, "Nay, nay, no star I see, I hear no holy minstrelsy, No ringing shout, no kingly cry; 'Tis but a child is passing by, All soiled and tousled, of the street, With hatless head and shoeless feet, Pushed, and jostled, giving place With timid tread and pitiful face." Jesus Christ is passing by, "Nay, nay, ye do but jest, For I see no holy Guest, No hosannas do 1 hear, Proclaiming that the Lord is near; But I see a swarthy slave, Bending neath his burden grave, Numb and silent in his woe, Down the sultry roadway go." Blind, blind! ye would not see, Jesus Christ ^carne thrice to thee; Fray, that on some sad tomorrow He doth not despise thy sorrow, When thou tread'st the tearful way, That the Saviour trod today. C. L. GREAVES. |