If miracles were wrought in ancient years, Why not today, O Heaven-cradled seers? The highway’s strewn with dead, the lepers weep, If ye but knew—if ye but saw their tears!
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If miracles were wrought in ancient years, Why not today, O Heaven-cradled seers? The highway’s strewn with dead, the lepers weep, If ye but knew—if ye but saw their tears!