<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Christ betrayed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eighteen hundred years agone<br> Was that deed of darkness done --<br> Was that sacred, thorn-crowned head<br> To a shameful death betrayed,<br> And Iscariot's traitor name<br> Blazoned in eternal shame.<br> Thou, disciple of our time,<br> Follower of the faith sublime,<br> Who with high and holy scorn<br> Of that traitrous deed dost burn,<br> Though the years may never more<br> To our earth that form restore<br> The Christ-Spirit ever lives --<br> Ever in thy heart he strives.<br> When pale Misery mutely calls;<br> When thy tempted brother falls;<br> When thy gentle words may chain<br> Hate, and Anger, and Disdain,<br> Or thy loving smile impart<br> Courage to some sinking heart;<br> When within thy troubled breast<br> Good and evil thoughts contest;<br> Though unconscious thou may'st be,<br> The Christ-Spirit strives with thee.<br> When he trod the Holy Land,<br> With his small disciple band,<br> And the fated hour had come<br> For that august martyrdom --<br> When the man, the human love,<br> And the God within him strove --<br> As in Gethsemane he wept,<br> They, the faithless watchers, slept:<br> While for them he wept and prayed,<br> One denied and one betrayed!<br> If to-day thou turn'st aside<br> In thy luxury and pride,<br> Wrapped within thyself and blind<br> To the sorrows of thy kind,<br> Thou a faithless watch dost keep --<br> Thou art one of those who sleep:<br> Or, if waking thou dost see<br> Nothing of Divinity<br> In our fallen, struggling race;<br> If in them thou seest no trace<br> Of a glory dimmed, not gone,<br> Of a Future to be won --<br> Of a Future, hopeful, high --<br> Thou, like Peter, dost deny:<br> But if, seeing, thou believest,<br> If the Evangel thou receivest,<br> Yet, if thou art bound to Sin,<br> False to the Ideal within,<br> Slave of Ease or slave of Gold,<br> Thou the Son of God hast sold!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115183" data-title="Christ betrayed de Anne Lynch Botta" data-description="Eighteen hundred years agone/ Was that deed of darkness done --/ Was that sacred, thorn-crowned head/ To a shameful death betrayed,/ And Iscariot's traitor name/ Blazoned in eternal shame./ Thou, disciple of our time,/ Follower of the faith sublim..."></div> </div> </div>

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