And, offering guiltless blood that guilt might live,
Taught from his Cross the lesson—to forgive!
Call thou on Him! His prayer e’en then arose,
Breathed in unpitied anguish for his foes.
And haste!—ere bursts the lightning from on high,
Fly to the City of thy Refuge, fly![139]
So shall th’ Avenger turn his steps away,
And sheath his falchion, baffled of its prey.
Yet must long days roll on, ere peace shall brood,
As the soft halcyon, o’er thy heart subdued;