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AFTER THREE DAYS.
 * Look into those deep eyes,

Stirred to unrest by breath of coming strife, Until a longing in thy soul arise
 * That this indeed were life:


 * That thou couldst find Him there,

Bend at His sacred feet thy willing knee, And from thy heart pour out the passionate prayer
 * "Lord, let me follow Thee!"


 * But see the crowd divide:

Mother and sire have found their lost one now: The gentle voice, that fain would seem to chide
 * Whispers "Son, why hast thou"—


 * In tone of sad amaze—

"Thus dealt with us, that art our dearest thing? Behold, thy sire and I, three weary days,
 * Have sought thee sorrowing."


 * And I had stayed to hear

The loving words "How is it that ye sought?"— 56