I think that look of Christ might seem to say-- br 'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone br Which I at last must break my heart upon br For all God's charge to his high angels may br Guard my foot better ? Did I yesterday br Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run br Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun ? br And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ? br The cock crows coldly.--GO, and manifest br A late contrition, but no bootless fear ! br For when thy final need is dreariest, br Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here; br My voice to God and angels shall attest, br Because I KNOW this man, let him be clear.