I THINK that look of Christ might seem to say -- 'Thou Peter! art thou then a common stone Which I at last must break my heart upon, For all God's charge to his high angels may Guard my foot better? Did I yesterday Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun? And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray? The cock crows coldly. -- Go, and manifest A late contrition, but no bootless fear! For when thy final need is dreariest, Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here; My voice to God and angels shall attest, Because I KNOW this man, let him be clear.' |