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BARTIMÆUS

From the February 1902 issue of The Christian Science Journal


Hugging my staff in my blindness
I begged of the passer-by,
As sat blind Bartimæus
Till the Master heard his cry.

I heard the shouts of the people
And I knew that the Lord was near,
But I hugged my staff the closer
And shrank as if in fear.

I heard the divine compassion
Of the voice that might bid me see
And still, though I knew its meaning,
I crouched in my misery.

For I feared the light of knowledge,
I knew it meant ways untried,
I knew there was labor and sorrow,
So I wavered terrified.

But at last I turned, and the Master
Bade me open my holden eyes,
And 'twas him I saw, not my labor,
As I gazed in glad surprise.

Then up I sprang, and flinging
My useless staff away
I followed, nor heeded the shadows
When around glowed the brightness of day.

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