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ON MURILLO'S “ECCE HOMO.”
Behold the Man! His sacred forehead crownedWith the accursèd thorns, His mournful eyes
Uplifted to the inexorable skies,
His hands, which hold the scornful reed, fast-bound;
His precious blood slow-dropping to the ground
In payment of that awful Sacrifice,
Which fills the universe with dumb surprise
That no less glorious Victim could be found.
What sweet and solemn feelings I may borrow
From daily converse with that Face so marr'd
And full of unimaginable sorrow;
Oh! by that look Divine, may nothing sunder
My heart from Thee, and leave it cold and hard,
But may I still behold and love and wonder!
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