| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | The Young Ruler | | George Alexander Chadwick (18401923) |
| | | AND this was all for which thy wealth sufficed, | |
| With a sad heart to turn away from Christ, | |
| To gaze on splendours with a secret pain, | |
| To toss upon thy gorgeous couch in vain | |
| Fevered and sleepless for the words He said, | 5 |
| Who had not where to lay His tranquil head | |
| Now in the darkness flame His eyes, who saw | |
| Thro all thy virtues that undreamed-of flaw, | |
| And the calm voice thou never shalt forget | |
| Tells in the silence what thou lackest yet: | 10 |
| Ah, smoother were thy brows, thine eyes less dim, | |
| Hadst thou forsaken all and followed Him. | | | | |
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