<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428693" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Deserted</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou Who wert kindest of the kind --<br>Since out of sight is out of mind --<br>There's none to do Thee kindnesses<br>In Thy last anguish and distress.<br>Thou art left all alone, alone.<br>Where are Thy faithful lovers flown?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where is the multitude that fed,<br>With loaves and fishes comfortèd?<br>The blind Thou mad'st to see? the lame<br>That walked? the one leper who came<br>Of nine made clean? The dumb that spoke?<br>Where are they -- all Thy loving folk?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How is it they have naught to say?<br>Where's Lazarus risen from the clay?<br>Where is the widow of Nain? where<br>Jairus's daughter, small and fair?<br>Judas has sold Thee to Thy foes,<br>And Peter weeps while the cock crows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Simon will help Thee on Thy road<br>Unwillingly -- ah, Lamb of God!<br>Thou bearest the world's weight up that hill,<br>And none to help Thee with good will;<br>Stumbling and falling, while Thy hurt<br>Makes for the rabble noble sport.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But yet there's balm in Gilead,<br>For here's His Mother, sweet and sad,<br>Here's Magdalen weeping, and with them<br>The women of Jerusalem;<br>They have run all the: way since one<br>Brought them the news: He's not alone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Veronica is nothing loth<br>To wipe His poor face with her cloth.<br>His Mother's by Him and St. John,<br>With many a starry legion;<br>Magdalen's hair is round His feet,<br>Her tears wash off the blood and sweat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou Who wert kindest of the kind,<br>Though out of sight be out of mind --<br>Thou art not forgot: by land and sea<br>The broken hearts come home to Thee,<br>And bear Thine anguish and Thy grief<br>Till the Third Day shall bring relief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><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=428693" data-title="The Deserted de Katharine Tynan" data-description="Thou Who wert kindest of the kind -- Since out of sight is out of mind -- There's none to do Thee kindnesses In Thy last anguish and distress. Thou art left all alone, alone. Where are Thy faithful lovers flown? Where is the multitude that fed, W..."></div> </div> </div>

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