A Roman Lawyer in Jerusalem

in the life returned, And stayed, but still with strong convulsion twitched. 'Speak, Judas! Speak!' I cried. What does this mean? No answer! 'Speak, man!' Then at last he groaned. 'Go, leave me, leave me, Lysias. Oh, my God! What have I done? Oh, Christus! Master, Lord. Forgive me, oh, forgive me!' Then a cry Of agony that pierced me to the heart, As groveling on the ground he turned away And hid his face, and shuddered in his robes. Was this the man whose face an hour ago Shone with a joy so strange? What means it all? Is this a sudden madness? 'Speak!' I cried. 'What means this, Judas? Be a man and speak?' Yet there he lay, and neither moved nor spoke. I thought that he had fainted, till at last, Sudden he turned, grasped my arm, and cried, 'Say, Lysias, is this true, or am I mad?' 'What true?' I said. 'True that you seized the Lord! You could not seize him--he is God the Lord! I thought I saw you seize him. Yet I know That was impossible, for he is God! And yet you live--you live. He spared you, then. Wher