Why Jesus Wept

8 WHY JESUS WEPT. Hear an awakening spirit’s a. b, ab ! but Let not thy Mediaeval logic thrust us Into contempt ; nor, lady, can we trust us Wholly to thy most pardonable failing, Sentiment ; one will rot, the other rust us. Let us just listen to the spirit ailing : — ’Tis like a God in bliss, or like a damned soul wailing ! (A word to bid you notice with what mastery Of technique that last stanza there was written. I risk a poet’s license on one cast, Ery ! (Pet name for thee, Eros !) The lines are smitten Into due harmony double-rhymed, well knitten. Wherefore, to show I can repeat the effort, This verse inserted like a playful kitten To usher in the youth’s c. d. e. f., ert Or inert as may be ; it can’t the lucky deaf hurt.) SCENE II SIR PERCY PERCIVALE, on a mountain summit. No higher ? No higher ? All hell is my portion. My mouth is as fire ; My thought an abortion. This is the summit ?