I think that look of Christ might seem to say--
     'Thou Peter! art thou then a common stone
     Which I at last must break my heart upon
     For all God's charge to his high angels may
     Guard my foot better? Did I yesterday
     Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run
     Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun?
     And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray?
     The cock crows coldly.--GO, and manifest
     A late contrition, but no bootless fear!
     For when thy final need is dreariest,
     Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here;
     My voice to God and angels shall attest,
     Because I KNOW this man, let him be clear.'