The Witness

ALICE JACQUELINE SHAW

These things have fallen away, and here I stand—
The world, the flesh, and all the flesh can bring—
And I look down on them as some dead thing
That cannot reach me now, nor touch my hand!
Prolong this moment, Lord, ere I descend
The mount; ere lictors of the Emperor
Hale me again before Cæsar, or before
The lions of the arena! Send, oh, send
Thine angels once again, that I may dwell
In heaven, and know—e'en in th'arena—it is well!