Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone

Quick to deny me neath the morning sun ?

Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here;

九*九*藏*書For all Gods charge to his high angels may

The cock crows coldly.--GO, and manifest

Wash thy feet, my beloved九-九-藏-書, that they should run

And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ?

I think that look of Christ might seem to say--

九_九_藏_書Which I at last must break my heart upon

My voice to God and angels shall attest,

A late contrition, but no bootless f九_九_藏_書ear !

For when thy final need is dreariest,

Because I KNOW this man, let him be clear.

Guard my foot better ? Did I yesterday