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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Disguises</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">High stretched upon the swinging yard, <br>I gather in the sheet; <br>But it is hard <br>And stiff, and one cries haste. <br>Then He that is most dear in my regard <br>Of all the crew gives aidance meet; <br>But from His hands, and from His feet, <br>A glory spreads wherewith the night is starred: <br>Moreover of a cup most bitter-sweet <br>With fragrance as of nard, <br>And myrrh, and cassia spiced, <br>He proffers me to taste. <br>Then I to Him:—‘Art Thou the Christ?’ <br>He saith—‘Thou say’st.’ <br> <br>Like to an ox <br>That staggers ’neath the mortal blow, <br>She grinds upon the rocks:— <br>Then straight and low <br>Leaps forth the levelled line, and in our quarter locks <br>The cradle’s rigged; with swerving of the blast <br>We go, <br>Our Captain last— <br>Demands <br>‘Who fired that shot?’ Each silent stands— <br>Ah, sweet perplexity! <br>This too was He. <br> <br>I have an arbour wherein came a toad <br>Most hideous to see— <br>Immediate, seizing staff or goad, <br>I smote it cruelly. <br>Then all the place with subtle radiance glowed— <br>I looked, and it was He!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thomas+Edward+Brown">Thomas Edward Brown</a></strong></div>