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And his hands were clenched before, How his hair was fouled and knit With the blood that clotted it, Where the prickled thorns had bit In his crowned agony; In his hands so wan and blue, Leaning out, I saw the two Marks of where the nails pierced through, Once on gloomy Calvary. Then with trembling throat I owned All my dark sin unatoned, Telling it with lips that moaned, And methought an echo came From the bended crowd below, Each one breathing faint and low, Sins that none but he might know: "Master I did curse thy name." And I saw him slowly rise With his sad unearthly eyes, Meeting mine with meek surprise, And a voice came solemnly. "Never more on mortal ground For thy soul shall rest be found, But when bells at midnight sound Thou must rise and come with me." Then my forehead smote the floor, Swooning, and I knew no more, Till I heard the chancel door Open for the choristers: But the stranger's form was gone, And the church was dim and lone: Through the silence, one by one Stole the early worshippers. I am ageing now I know; That was many years ago, Yet or I shall rest below In the grave where none intrude, Night by night I roam the street, And that awful form I meet, And I follow pale and fleet, With a ghostly multitude. Every night I see his face, With its sad and burdened grace, And the torn and bloody trace, That in hands and feet he has. Once my life was dark and bad; Now its days are strange and sad, And the people call me mad: See, they whisper as they pass. Even now the echoes roll From the swinging bells that toll; It is midnight, now my soul Hasten; for he glideth by. Stranger, 'tis no phantasie: Look! my master waits for me Mutely, but thou canst not see With thy mortal blinded eye. THE ORGANIST. In his dim chapel day by day The organist was wont to play, And please himself with fluted reveries; And all the spirit's joy and strife, The longing of a tender life, Took sound and form upon the ivory keys; And though he seldom spoke a word, The simple hearts that loved him heard His glowing soul in these. One day as he
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