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JUSTICE WITHHELD.

Did 1 startle you, my soft foot falling

On softer carpet upon the untroubled floor? Or was it the moaning of the closing door

(As a breaking voice for mercy might implore), That made you turn sharply, so, from where

you gazed

At your lean hands In the water; for when you

raised ,

To mc your face, with Its fierce frown appal-

ling,

Your eyes glittered like steel all freshly glazed, Till the mind sickened at memory recalling. ..

1, too, stood with the bestial mob that

clamoured

For His body, and viciously swelled the cry That beat the air, till the sky Itself had

hammered

On barricaded Heaven: "Crucify 1 Crucify I" And they thrust the crown of thorns upon

His brow,

Yelling with glee to watch the blood flow

fast,

While you turned your head, even as Just now

(You were more friend than foe of His to

the last),

Eyeing Him mournfully, mouthing us scorn-

fully,

As lower and lower drooped His bleeding

head,

You plunged your hands in the water-bowl

and said, with eyes down-bent:

"Of this Just person's blood I am innocent,"

I MARY CORRINC-HAM. I

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