All eagerly they crowded round him there,
The gentle Master, whose almighty Word
Did ope' the blinded eyes, and made them see,
The eyes of him who from his birth had ne'er
Beheld the light.
And anxiously one said,
Who sinned, his parents, or this man that he
Was thus born blind?
Then came those wond'rous words,
So fraught with meaning, and so swift to heal;
He sinned not, neither did his parents sin,
But that God's works should be made manifest.
Swift as he spoke, with piercing glance he saw
Beyond the mists of earth the vision clear,
One omnipresent God, and man His son,
Not born of flesh, or by the will of man,
But God-created, upright, pure, and free,
The child of the All-seeing One whose sight
Eternal, infinite, remained unchanged
By fear, or time, or erring human sense.
No law existed in the Master's ken
To separate that cause from its effect,
No interposing taint of earth could cling,
No dream of lust and its resultant sin
Could stand at that command, Go wash thine eyes.
Then lo! the shadows of the mist dispersed,
The blinding clouds of mortal sense were rent,
The darkness fled, and mighty rays of truth
Illumining that earth-bound consciousness,
His eyes did open, and he saw the light.
Dear Father-Mother God, reveal to us,
That Christly vision of the perfect man,
Oh! fill us with Thy love, compassionate,
So we unfailingly may demonstrate,
With scientific certainty, thy law.
