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Prelude to “The Nazarene.”
Yet to my country I offer this deed, and my country accepts it:
Taking with joy from my hand her final release from oppression.
Peace be henceforth in her ways, and quietness rest in her borders.
Ever alone must I go, a sign, set apart among women;
Life overshadowed henceforth by the gloom of a bitter remembrance;
Haunted through long dark nights by visions of death ever present,
Haunted through long sad days by shuddering fear of the sunset;
Yet can I say, “It is well.” I live in the life of my people.
Great are the ways of Jehovah, and Israel has rest from her burden.

CLXIX.

Prelude to “The Nazarene.”

I will not have his human story dimmed
And shadowed over by his divinity.
He was of us, all human, brother, friend;
He strove, was vanquished, strove and won—a Man.

About his path no cloud of angels hung,
Legions and legions watching him; no hand
Lifted him up above his sufferings.
He walked not on the clouds, but here with us,
Living obscurely on this common earth