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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
The sight was strange!
These were the children of that Pagan race
Which wrought God's vengeance on God's chosen City.
Their own had been the secular head of earth,
The Salem of the Unjust: their own was judged:
And now, like babes on some dead mother's breast,
They clung to her whose heart their sires had pierced,
Sought there a mother's aid. Ah me! Ah me!
Pilate and Caiaphas were one in sin.
Salem and Rome! These might have been God's hands
Stretched forth in benediction o'er the world:
They met—those hands—one blood was on them both!
One judgment is on both.
These were the children of that Pagan race
Which wrought God's vengeance on God's chosen City.
Their own had been the secular head of earth,
The Salem of the Unjust: their own was judged:
And now, like babes on some dead mother's breast,
They clung to her whose heart their sires had pierced,
Sought there a mother's aid. Ah me! Ah me!
Pilate and Caiaphas were one in sin.
Salem and Rome! These might have been God's hands
Stretched forth in benediction o'er the world:
They met—those hands—one blood was on them both!
One judgment is on both.
| The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere | |