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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