<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Deserted</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line"><span class="smallcaps">Thou</span> Who wert kindest of the kind --</p><p class="line">Since out of sight is out of mind --</p><p class="line">There's none to do Thee kindnesses</p><p class="line">In Thy last anguish and distress.</p><p class="line">Thou art left all alone, alone.</p><p class="line">Where are Thy faithful lovers flown?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Where is the multitude that fed,</p><p class="line">With loaves and fishes comfortèd?</p><p class="line">The blind Thou mad'st to see? the lame</p><p class="line">That walked? the one leper who came</p><p class="line">Of nine made clean? The dumb that spoke?</p><p class="line">Where are they -- all Thy loving folk?</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">How is it they have naught to say?</p><p class="line">Where's Lazarus risen from the clay?</p><p class="line">Where is the widow of Nain? where</p><p class="line">Jairus's daughter, small and fair?</p><p class="line">Judas has sold Thee to Thy foes,</p><p class="line">And Peter weeps while the cock crows.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Simon will help Thee on Thy road</p><p class="line">Unwillingly -- ah, Lamb of God!</p><p class="line">Thou bearest the world's weight up that hill,</p><p class="line">And none to help Thee with good will;</p><p class="line">Stumbling and falling, while Thy hurt</p><p class="line">Makes for the rabble noble sport.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">But yet there's balm in Gilead,</p><p class="line">For here's His Mother, sweet and sad,</p><p class="line">Here's Magdalen weeping, and with them</p><p class="line">The women of Jerusalem;</p><p class="line">They have run all the: way since one</p><p class="line">Brought them the news: He's not alone!</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Veronica is nothing loth</p><p class="line">To wipe His poor face with her cloth.</p><p class="line">His Mother's by Him and St. John,</p><p class="line">With many a starry legion;</p><p class="line">Magdalen's hair is round His feet,</p><p class="line">Her tears wash off the blood and sweat.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Thou Who wert kindest of the kind,</p><p class="line">Though out of sight be out of mind --</p><p class="line">Thou art not forgot: by land and sea</p><p class="line">The broken hearts come home to Thee,</p><p class="line">And bear Thine anguish and Thy grief</p><p class="line">Till the Third Day shall bring relief.</p></div></body></html> · Great War