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st of what might happen on his face.
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23.  the decree:  of persecution of the Christians,
perhaps that under Domitian.  The poet probably did not think
of any particular persecution.
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     I at the head, and Xanthus at the feet,
     With Valens and the Boy, had lifted him,      {30}
     And brought him from the chamber in the depths,
     And laid him in the light where we might see:
     For certain smiles began about his mouth,
     And his lids moved, presageful of the end.
     Beyond, and half way up the mouth o' the cave,     {35}
     The Bactrian convert, having his desire,
     Kept watch, and made pretence to graze a goat
     That gave us milk, on rags of various herb,
     Plantain and quitch, the rocks' shade keeps alive:
     So that if any thief or soldier passed             {40}
     (Because the persecution was aware),
     Yielding the goat up promptly with his life,
     Such man might pass on, joyful at a prize,
     Nor care to pry into the cool o' the cave.
     Outside was all noon and the burning blue.         {45}
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36.  the Bactrian convert:  in vv. 649, 650, he is spoken of as
"but a wild childish man, and could not write nor speak,
but only loved."  Bactria was a kingdom in Central Asia;
the modern name is Balkh {a district in northern Afghanistan as of 1995}.
having his desire:  as a new convert, the simple man was eager to serve,
even unto death.
41.  aware:  on the lookout; exercising a strict espionage.
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     "Here is wine", answered Xanthus,--dropped a drop;
     I stooped and placed the lap of cloth aright,
     Then chafed his right hand, and the Boy his left:
     But Valens had bethought him, and produced
     And broke a ball of nard, and made perfume.        {50}
     Only, he did--not so much wake, as--turn
     And smile a little, as a sleeper does
     If any dear one call him, touch his face--
     And smiles and loves, but will not be disturbed.
     Then Xanthus said a prayer, but still he slept:    {55}
     It is the Xanthus that escaped to Rome,
     Was burned, and could not write the chronicle.
     Then the Boy sprang up from his knees, and ran,
     Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought,
     And fetched the seventh plate of graven lead       {60}
     Out of the secret chamber, found a place,
     Pressing with finger on the deeper dints,
     And spoke, as 'twere his mouth proclaiming first,
     "I am the Resurrection and th
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