“The Word made Flesh had dwelt among us,”

Is still our ever-new delight.

STIGMATA

By Charles Warren Stoddard

In the wrath of the lips that assail us,

In the scorn of the lips that are dumb,

The symbols of sorrow avail us,

The joy of the people is come.

They parted Thy garments for barter,

They follow Thy steps with complaint;