If even thee, the righteous and the holy,
These did forsake,
What wonder human hearts, loving as lowly,
Do sometimes break?
All stand far off in the dark hour of trial,
Just before sleep.
'Neath the lips' smile we feel the soul's denial,
And turn and weep.
Thou weep'st not, Lord! John had thy breast
for pillow,
Thou, the hard cross;
Yet our weak bosoms heave like sobbing billow,
At each light loss.
Poems
"Then all the Disciples Forsook Him and Fled"
From the May 1886 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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