Ballads and Other Poems

Blind Bartimeus at the gates
Of Jericho in darkness waits;
He hears the crowd;—­he hears a breath
Say, “It is Christ of Nazareth!”
And calls, in tones of agony,
Greek here

The thronging multitudes increase;
Blind Bartimeus, hold thy peace! 
But still, above the noisy crowd,
The beggar’s cry is shrill and loud;
Until they say, “He calleth thee!”
Greek here

Then saith the Christ, as silent stands
The crowd, “What wilt thou at my hands?”
And he replies, “O give me light! 
Rabbi, restore the blind man’s sight. 
And Jesus answers, ‘Greek here’
Greek here!

Ye that have eyes, yet cannot see, In darkness and in misery, Recall those mighty Voices Three, Greek here! Greek here! Greek here!