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Am I a stone and not a sheep / That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, / To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss, / And yet not weep?
Not so those women loved / Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee; / Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly; / Not so the thief was moved;
Not so the Sun and Moon / Which hid their faces in a starless sky, / A horror of great darkness at broad noon, -- / I, only I.
Yet give not o'er, / But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock; / Greater than Moses, turn and look once more / And smite a rock.