To--day I was at Milan, in such thought br As pilgrims bring who at faith's threshold stand, br Still burdened with the sorrows they have brought, br And vexed with stranger tongues in a strange land. br And lo, this sign was given me. At my hand br Hung that mysterious supper Vinci wrought br With the sad twelve who were Christ's chosen band, br A type of vows and courage come to nought. br And, while I gazed, with a reproachful look br The bread was broken and the wine was poured, br And the disciples raised their hands and spoke, br Each asking ``Is it I? and I too? Lord!'' br And there was answered them this mournful cry: br ``All shall abandon me to--night.'' So I.