3.
“But He answered him nothing.”
Silence most eloquent, beneath the sound
Of earthly things, with current deep and strong,
Doth like a hidden ocean move along;
What silent retributions do abound!
What silent intercessions all around!
Time silent steals, in memory keeps the wrong,
And then puts forth his hand amid the throng.
Our God disown'd, our King with shame is crown'd,
And in that robe is made the scorn of men:
The sun shall see a Herod in his might
Spangled in that same silver robe of light,
And men aloud declare him God, and then
The Angel's hand shall smite his royal form,
Mark'd as the prey of the devouring worm.
