ANOTHER VERSION.
With one eye! Ah! but rather to me give
A hundred or a hundred-thousand, Lord.
All Argus' eyes were no superlative
To view the glories Thy three heavens afford.
Or, O my God, if unto those who die,
It be Thy will only to give one eye,
Grant my whole body that one eye to be,
That thus I may forever gaze on Thee. G.
XXVII.
Hydropicus sanatur. Luc. xiv. 2-4.
Ipse suum pelagus, morboque immersus aquoso
Qui fuit, ut laetus nunc micat atque levis:
Quippe in vina iterum Christus, puto, transtulit undas;
Et nunc iste suis ebrius est ab aquis.
Himself is his own sea;
Dropsy his malady
In sad severity.
But Christ the Lord he sees,
Who touching him him frees;
Now joyous and at ease.
Again, as I opine,
The Lord transmutes to wine
By miracle divine;
And now, still more and more,
His own wine-water store
Pours mirth at ev'ry pore. G.