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106 Justice is murdered ; Oh slander not her corpse. For my son's fault, A thousand innocents are doomed. Is that Grod's justice? Yea, our liege is but his servant. Did not He purge with fiery hail those twain Blotches of festering sin, Gomorrah, Sodom ? The Jews are never innocent, — when Christ Agonized on the Cross, they cried — '^ His blood Be on our children's heads and ours ! " I mark A dangerous growing evil of these days, Pity, misnamed — say, criminal indulgence Of reprobates brow-branded by the Lord. Shall we excel the Christ in charity ? Because his law is love, we tutor him In mercy and reward his murderers ? Justice is blind and virtue is austere. If the true passion brimmed our yearning hearts The vision of the agony would loom Fixed vividly between the day and us : — Nailed on the gaunt black Cross the divine form. Wax -white and dripping blood from ankles, wrists, The sacred ichor that redeems the world, And crowded in strange shadow of eclipse, Reviling Jews, wagging their heads accursed,