He starts, a hand is on his brow. He looks at Christ in meek surprise, Tears gather in his new-lit eyes; ‘’Tis He, the crucified!’ he cries: ‘Yes, I behold the Saviour now!’ The adoring people kneel around; The healed one sinks on the hallowed ground, Then goes his way in silence and in awe; For his unsullied eyes had seen The sight that from the first had been, The sight that nature like a prophet saw.

THE SNAKE CHARMER