ter. Ay, no word,

    No gesture of reproache heavens serene

    tice, did not lean

    t he forsaken Lord

    Looked only, on traitor. None record

    t look hose who have seen

    ronged lovers loving th-pang keen,

    Or pale-cyrs smiling to a sword,

    t-call.

    And Peter, from t of blasphemy--

    I never knehis man --did quail and fall

    As knoraig GOD; and turned free

    And  out speeche face of all

    And filled tterly.