Chapter 91 The Meaning Of The Look

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