By Jesu’s curing halt, lame, blind, deaf, mad, were shamed.
How many poets, orators, great men of note,
By word of the Illiterate One[104] were shown to dote.
For love of our Almighty God, the Lord of all,
Who would not die, a stock, a block, we needs must call.
Dead heart of stone if He but touch with love’s live coal,
A magnet straight becomes, no longer quits the pole.[105]
Plume not thyself as one endowed with cunning guile;
The meek more surely draw rich gifts from Heaven’s smile.220
How many treasure-hiders, treasure-seekers, here,