O Peter, Peter, let thy shadow fall
Where I in wretchedness a-weary crawl:
Here vainly shall my fates upon me call.
Thy shadow me shall guide unto my sun—
Whoe'er sought Him in truth, and was undone?—
And so my light, thy shadow, shall be one. G.
LVIII.
Quid turbati estis? Videte manus meas et pedes, quia ego ipse sum. Luc. xxiv. 39.
En me et signa mei, quondam mea vulnera: certe,
Vos nisi credetis, vulnera sunt et adhuc.
O nunc ergo fidem sanent mea vulnera vestram:
O mea nunc sanet vulnera vestra fides.
Why are ye troubled?... Behold My hands and My feet, that it is I myself.
'Tis I; behold My proofs, My wounds of old;
Wounds which still bleed, if you will not believe.
O, now to heal your faith My wounds behold,
And healing from your faith My wounds receive.
LIX.
In vincula Petro sponte delapsa, et apertas fores. Act. xii. 7, 10.
Ferri non meminit ferrum: se vincula Petro
Dissimulant: nescit carcer habere fores.
Quam bene liber erit, carcer quem liberat! ipsa
Vincula quem solvunt, quam bene tutus erit!
The chains spontaneously fell from Peter, and the (prison)-doors opened.