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A POEM 
 
 ALFRED PAUL PHILLIPS. 
 

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 AlU-ii Hook and Job Print, 
 264 Main Street, 
 
* There is a beautiful simplicity in the blind man's petition to the 
 
 ^ Great Healer, as narrated by St. Mark, the Evangelist, immeasurably 
 
 3 more impressive tlian loftiest rhetoric, and perhaps more acceptable to 
 
 "^ the x\athor of all prayerful thought. 
 
 Had he but mind to say 
 Things unfathomably deep; 
 As would make e'en angels weep, 
 Christ may have gone His way. 
 
 Grand words, "Receive thy sight;" 
 Not for birth, nor ransom great, 
 Stainless life, inviolate, 
 Saw, through simple faith, the light. 
 
 Thp: Author. 
 
And they came to Jericho, and as lie went out of Jericho with His 
 disciples and a great number of people, blind Hartimeus, the son of 
 Timeus, sat by the highway-side begging. 
 
 And when he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to cry 
 out, and say, Jesus, thou Son of David, have mercy on me. 
 
 And many charged hnn that he should hold his peace; but he cried 
 the more a great deal, Thou Son of D.ivid, have mercy on me. 
 
 And Jesus stood still, and commanded him to be called. 
 
 And they call the blind man, saying unto him, Be of good comfort, 
 rise; He calleth thee. 
 
 And he, castia.j a.vay his garments, rose, and came to Jesus. 
 
 And Jesus answered, and said unto him, What wilt thou that I 
 should do unto thee? The blind man said unto him, Lord, that I 
 might receive my sight. 
 
 And Jesus said unto him, Go thy way; thy faith hath made thee 
 whole. And immediately he received his sight, and followed Jesus in 
 the wav. Mark x: 46-52. 
 
BARTIMAEUS. 
 
 One Bat at the wayside beggiii"^, and blind had he been from birth, 
 Or yet had seen the vault of heaven, nor looked on mother earth; 
 Nothing- in life could he like fellow man compute, 
 Heig-ht of mountain, depth of vale, size of bird or brute; 
 O, hopeless life! know thou, whils't other men can see 
 The changing night and day, there is no sight for thee! 
 
 N )\v, as he sits in dull despair awaiting some passer by, 
 
 He hears the tramp of the Roman guard, and neighing of horses nigh, 
 
 Coming up from Jericho; and along the way 
 
 Is heard the clash of arms, the sound of cymbals gay; 
 
 Then, within the moment a glittering cavalcade 
 
 Is halting near the beggar in the palm trees' shade. 
 
The stal\v;irt soldiers o^athered there m;ule l);ulim;vus their jest, 
 
 And one with sh ift of a mighty spear, struck at the bhnd man's breast, 
 
 Saying to companions, " Remember you the thiy 
 
 When batcli of carrion Hke this was thrown for Hons' play 
 
 Into the great arena, and how the wiUl beasts rent 
 
 The hapless dogs as their cries unto the winds were spent?" 
 
 Stern were the tones at his elbow, of the Captain's voice that said: 
 
 "Dog of a Roman soldier! Is thy pitiless heart so dead? 
 
 Know you not this beggar; this Jew bereft of siglU, 
 
 \V.nilJ barte.- away a kingdom for one glimpse of light? 
 
 By the gods then hear me! but another word. 
 
 So art thou dishonored, stripped of shield and sword!" 
 
 In tones of tenderest pity he said to the ''lind outcast: 
 
 " Stranger, One comes on the way whom we from Jericho passed; 
 
 They say that He heals the sick, the leper, dumb or blind. 
 
 And, if report is true, He must be wondrous kmd; 
 
 So, as he passes by, make a petition brief; 
 
 Who knows but this great Prophet may bring to you relief? 
 
" Anon we'll hear of thee, and; if this Nazarene restores thy sight; 
 If from those sightless orbs thou see'st thrcugh Him the blessed light, 
 I'll bring my son, loved Marcus from imperial Rome, 
 For he like thee is blind, that with him I may come; 
 And, kneeling at the feet of this illustrious Jew, 
 I'lead for mv noble bov; this priceless blessing sue." 
 
 'i'hen on the legion passed, and, as the tramp of horses died away. 
 Bartiniieus bent to earth, and there in listening: silence lay; 
 Straining his sense to catch the faintest, mutifled sound. 
 Of many sandal'd feet along the sun scorched ground; 
 Until, with voice of joy, aloud he cries, I hear 
 The feet of His advance guartl coming slowly near! 
 
 Oh throbbing heart! Oh pulses loudly beating, from whose mighty strain 
 
 The blood has rushed tumultuous like to sightless face again; 
 
 Now is your time, call out, for lie is passing by. 
 
 And, amidst the multitude. He'll hear your pleading cry — 
 
 "fesus. Son of David! have mercy e'en on me, 
 
 (iive me to see the light and I will worship Thee !" 
 
Ah ! what is this he liedrs; no voice Divine can surely answer so; 
 Not His the hand that sends him back with semblance of a blow? 
 "Make way and hold thy peace ! would'st thou this concourse stem? 
 If you have aught to plead, go to Jerusalem! 
 There, at some distant day, a signed petition bring; 
 We mav perhaps then grant an audience with our King." 
 
 There is a sudden hush, the mild rebuke, he hears a stately tread, 
 Then feels, oh joy! oh ecstasy! hand placed on fevered head. 
 A voice of wondrous pity, saying to his soul, 
 "Bartimasus go thy way, thy faith hath made thee whole;" 
 Nor Jooking first at earth or sky, at tree, nor sun. nor sod. 
 Beheld, with love and deep'ning awe, Christ, the Son of (lod! 
 
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