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NICODEMUS. / The streets are silent. The dark houses seem / Like sepulchres, in which the sleepers lie / Wrapped in their shrouds, and for the moment dead. / The lamps are all extinguished; only one / Burns steadily, and from the door its light / Lies like a shining gate across the street. / He waits for me. Ah, should this be at last / The long-expected Christ! I see him there / Sitting alone, deep-buried in his thought, / As if the weight of all the world were resting / Upon him, and thus bowed him down. O Rabbi, / We know thou art a Teacher come from God, / For no man can perform the miracles / Thou dost perform, except the Lord be with him. / Thou art a Prophet, sent here to proclaim / The Kingdom of the Lord. Behold in me / A Ruler of the Jews, who long have waited / The coming of that kingdom. Tell me of it.
CHRISTUS. / Verily, verily I say unto thee, / Except a man be born again, he cannot / Behold the Kingdom of God!