Thou Who wert kindest of the kind -- <br />Since out of sight is out of mind -- <br />There's none to do Thee kindnesses <br />In Thy last anguish and distress. <br />Thou art left all alone, alone. <br />Where are Thy faithful lovers flown? <br /> <br />Where is the multitude that fed, <br />With loaves and fishes comfortèd? <br />The blind Thou mad'st to see? the lame <br />That walked? the one leper who came <br />Of nine made clean? The dumb that spoke? <br />Where are they -- all Thy loving folk? <br /> <br />How is it they have naught to say? <br />Where's Lazarus risen from the clay? <br />Where is the widow of Nain? where <br />Jairus's daughter, small and fair? <br />Judas has sold Thee to Thy foes, <br />And Peter weeps while the cock crows. <br /> <br />Simon will help Thee on Thy road <br />Unwillingly -- ah, Lamb of God! <br />Thou bearest the world's weight up that hill, <br />And none to help Thee with good will; <br />Stumbling and falling, while Thy hurt <br />Makes for the rabble noble sport. <br /> <br />But yet there's balm in Gilead, <br />For here's His Mother, sweet and sad, <br />Here's Magdalen weeping, and with them <br />The women of Jerusalem; <br />They have run all the: way since one <br />Brought them the news: He's not alone! <br /> <br />Veronica is nothing loth <br />To wipe His poor face with her cloth. <br />His Mother's by Him and St. John, <br />With many a starry legion; <br />Magdalen's hair is round His feet, <br />Her tears wash off the blood and sweat. <br /> <br />Thou Who wert kindest of the kind, <br />Though out of sight be out of mind -- <br />Thou art not forgot: by land and sea <br />The broken hearts come home to Thee, <br />And bear Thine anguish and Thy grief <br />Till the Third Day shall bring relief.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deserted/
