The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word, br No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene br Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean br Their thunders that way: the forsaken Lord br Looked only, on the traitor. None record br What that look was, none guess; for those who have seen br Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen, br Or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword, br Have missed Jehovah at the judgment-call. br And Peter, from the height of blasphemy-- br 'I never knew this man '--did quail and fall br As knowing straight THAT GOD; and turned free br And went out speechless from the face of all br And filled the silenc, weeping bitterly.