_He besought that He would go with him and heal his son._ That He would go with thee thou pleadest, As for thy child thou intercedest. Ah, little knowest thou how Love, Such as descendeth from Above, Swifter far is than feet can go, Or any motion here below. 'Go with thee?' O how strange request! Thou wouldst later then be blest. That He may not slowlier come, Christ will not travel with thee home, For so to 'go' were to delay; All paths unneeded by The Way. Christ to Whom thou speakest pleading, Christ with Whom thou'rt interceding, He is here, and yet is yonder, Swift as is the bolt of thunder: He thy heart's desire will give; Have thou faith, thy child shall live. G. XLIV. _Pavor enim occupaverat eum super capturam piscium._ Luc. v. 9. Dum nimium in captis per te, Petre, piscibus haeres, Piscibus, ut video, captus es ipse tuis. Rem scio, te praedam Christus sibi cepit: et illi Una in te ex istis omnibus esca fuit. _For dread came upon him at the great draught of fishes._ Whilst, Peter, thou art so astonishèd At thy draught of fishes, Methinks thyself by them art captive led: Christ to catch thee wishes, So as one bait He setteth all these fishes. G. XLV. _Viderunt et oderunt me._ Joan. xv. 24. Vidit? et odit adhuc? Ah, te non vidit, Jesu. Non vidit te, qui vidit, et odit adhuc. Non vidit, te non vidit, dulcissime rerum; In te qui vidit quid, quod amare neget. _But now they have seen and hated._ Seene, and yet hated Thee? They did not see; They saw Thee not, that saw and hated Thee: No, no, they saw Thee not, O Life, O Love, Who saw aught in Thee that their hate could move. CR. ANOTHER VERSION. See Thee, Lord, and hated still? Ah, that were impossible: See and hate? He saw Thee never Who could see, nor love for ever. O Thou, the all-lovely One, He hath had no vision Who can see and hate; for why, Speck nor stain may none descry In Thy lowly, lofty Face, Full of sweetness, love, and grace. G. XLVI. Luc. xviii. 39. Tu mala turba tace; mihi tam mea vota propinquant, Tuque in me linguam vis tacuisse meam? Tunc ego, tunc taceam, mihi cum meus Ille loquetur. Si nescis, oculos vox habet ista meos. O noctis miserere meae, miserere, per illam, Quae tam laeta tuo ridet in ore diem. O noctis miserere meae, miserere, per illam, Quae, nisi te videat, nox velit esse, diem. O noctis miserere meae, miserere, per illam, Haec mea quam, fidei, nox habet ipsa, diem. Illa dies animi, Jesu, rogat hanc oculorum: Illam, oro, dederis; hanc mihi ne rapias. _The blind suppliant._ Be silent, crowd: my prayers so near me come, And do you bid my pleading tongue be dumb Before my Lord to me His speech, etc.[90]