JOHN H. BRYANT.
"And I went and washed, and I received sight."
—John ix, 11.
WHEN the great Master spoke,
He touch'd his wither'd eyes,
And at one gleam upon him broke
The glad earth and the skies.
And he saw the city's walls,
And kings' and prophets' tomb,
And mighty arches and vaulted halls,
And the temple's lofty dome.
He look'd on the river's flood,
And the flash of mountain rills,
And the gentle wave of the palms that stood
Upon Judea's hills.
He saw on heights and plains
Creatures ef every race,
But a mighty thrill run through his veins
When he met the human face.