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Cleopas.
Oh Jesus, Lord,
Light out of Heaven, our glory and our love,
Thou art gone from us. Gone! Oh! can the dead
Hear thee and love thee as the living once?
Why then the dead are living, we are dead.
Let us live with thee Lord among the dead.
Alas! I am a blind man crying out
For sight, and know not if my eyes would wake
On only heavy darkness of the night
Or if there's day upon the earth.
The other Disciple.
Alas!
Can day give any comfort to the blind?
And, Jesus gone, we every one are blind,
With none to heal us. Oh our light! our life!
Thou gone we are blind, we are dead. Oh Cleopas,
Had God forsaken him?
Cleopas.
Oh no, no, no.
It could not be. Our Christ! the Son of God!
The other Disciple.
The Son of God, as we believe, God's Own,
A very part of God. And yet he died
Even as a man dies whose life is wind.
And where then is our hope?
Cleopas.
Woe, woe, is me!
Is then our hope made vanity? Is life
The way to death? Nothing but the way to death?
Shall the world lie in darkness to the end
And desolate?
AND JESUS HIMSELF DREW NEAR
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A Woman Sold
Bartimaeus
Judas
Pilate
The Walk To Emmaus
A Bride
A March Night
A Messenger
A Mother's Cry
A Wedding
Afterwards
Dead Amy
Deserted
Dreaming
Glad Waves
Going
How The Brook Sings
If
In The Storm
In The Sunshine
Looking Downstairs
Mary Lost
Never Again
Night Whispers
On The Lake
On The Shore
Our Lily
Passing Away
Perjured
Safe
Shadow
Sunlight
The Blush Rose
The Gift
The Heiress' Wooer
The Hidden Wound
The Lake
The Land Of Happy Dreams
The Old Year Out
The Red Star On The Hill
The River
The Setting Star
The Shadow Of A Cloud
To And Fro
To One Of Many
Too faithful
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