" " Jehovah his proud equal now doth make thee,
Until thy glorious mission shall be done;
And through life's gloom his light will ne'er forsake thee,
Oh, blessed, anointed one!"

" Then o'er me came divinest inspiration,
Knowledge and wisdom grew within my mind,
And love, like some delicious revelation,
Dawned for entire mankind.

" And I went forth feeling new joys immensely,
For pride had flown to my unsullied heart,
And I revered this august God intensely,
Of whom I seemed a part.

" How could I doubt, when sense of love and pardon
Which my weak soul before had never felt,
With infinite pity that no scorn could harden,
Sudden within me dwelt?

" Therefore, immaculate, with resignation,
Out to the traitorous world I humbly went,
Destined in holy ways for man's salvation,
Meek and benevolent.

" Yet often, alas! dire thoughts would vex and grieve me:
What if all were an idle dream or whim?
What if this subtle guardian did deceive me?
Why place my trust in him?

" But heavenly voices, when these doubts came o'er me,
Sang faith back to my soul and made it true,
While radiant hands of light would point before me
The path I should pursue.

" So, confident, I trod the vales Judean,
Loved by the sick, the famished and the lame,
While one incessant eulogistic paean
Hailed my redeeming name!

" By all revered, and fearing no detraction,
Conscious of subtle and undying powers,
I blessed and saved with human satisfaction
Among Samarian bowers.

" The sea and land in slavish ways obeyed me,
My miracles spread hope through all the land,
For God himself was there to urge and aid me,
And guide my healing hand.

" And yet I, cynosure of all, would wonder
Why, if I were divine, should common greed
Creep through my veins, imperiously sunder
And shake my rooted creed!

" Why should I feel, I, pure and vision-laden,
A ravishment, a yearning, a surprise,
When in dusk hours some flower-like Hebrew maiden
Gazed in my answering eyes?

" I knew not until reason proved me tempted,
Then from the warm allurement I would flee,
For God, I felt, from sin had not exempted
The flesh, vile part of me!

" Ah now, while my poor spirit wanders sphereless,
Alone in incommensurable space,
I still remember those delicious, peerless,
Sweet dreamy days of grace,

" When throngs adoring, in that past existence,
Kissed with quick, eager lips my passing hem,
While white before me in the sapphire distance
Rose towered Jerusalem.

" Ah! I recall with tomb-touched memories tender
The Mount of Olives, and each fruitful tree
That nursed blithe birds above the gem-like splendor
Of lakes like Galilee.