For Lazarus—thy more than love for her,
The loving Mary, unrebuked, though frail—
Thy scornings of hypocrisy and wrong—
Thy goings up and down for good to earth,
And writing on its forehead a new name,[[2]]
Even as incarnate Evil walked the earth,
And branded on its face the mark of Cain,[[3]]
So did thy loving hand efface the mark,
Thy footsteps leave a blessing for the curse—
For this I bless thee, and all this would take