| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | The Two Thieves | | Dora Greenwell (1821–1882) |
| | | BENEATH thy Cross I stand | |
| Jesus, my Saviour, turn and look on me: | |
| Oh, who are these that on either hand | |
| Are crucified with Thee. | |
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| The one that turns away | 5 |
| With sullen scoffing lip, and one whose eyes | |
| Close o’er the words,—“Yet shalt thou be this day | |
| With Me in Paradise.” | |
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| Here would I fain behold | |
| This twofold Mystery; Love’s battle won, | 10 |
| Its warfare ended, and its ransom told, | |
| Its conquest but begun. | |
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| I say not to Thee now— | |
| Come from the Cross, and then I will believe: | |
| Oh, lift me to Thee, and teach me how | 15 |
| To love and how to grieve. | |
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| I tracked Thy Footsteps long, | |
| For where Thou wert, there would Thy Servant be; | |
| But now methought the silence, now the throng | |
| Would part me still from Thee. | 20 |
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| I sought Thee ’mid the leaves, | |
| I found Thee on the dry and blasted Tree; | |
| I saw Thee not until I saw the Thieves | |
| There crucified with Thee. | | | | |
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