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Disguises
High stretched upon the swinging yard,
I gather in the sheet;
But it is hard
And stiff, and one cries haste.

Then He that is most dear in my regard
Of all the crew gives aidance meet;
But from His hands, and from His feet,
A glory spreads wherewith the night is starred:
Moreover of a cup most bitter-sweet
With fragrance as of nard,
And myrrh, and cassia spiced,
He proffers me to taste.

Then I to Him:—‘Art Thou the Christ?’
He saith—‘Thou say’st.


Like to an ox
That staggers ’neath the mortal blow,
She grinds upon the rocks:—
Then straight and low
Leaps forth the levelled line, and in our quarter locks
The cradle’s rigged; with swerving of the blast
We go,
Our Captain last—
Demands
‘Who fired that shot?’ Each silent stands—
Ah, sweet perplexity!
This too was He.


I have an arbour wherein came a toad
Most hideous to see—
Immediate, seizing staff or goad,
I smote it cruelly.

Then all the place with subtle radiance glowed—
I looked, and it was He!
Written by: Thomas Edward Brown

Book: Shattered Sighs