<h2><SPAN name="BARTIMAEUS" id="BARTIMAEUS" />BARTIMÆUS</h2>
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<span>"What means this throng?" a blind man said,<br/></span>
<span>Whilst begging by the highway side;<br/></span>
<span>Begging and blind, and lacking bread,<br/></span>
<span>His ears discern the living tide.<br/></span>
<span>"Jesus of Nazareth passeth by,"<br/></span>
<span>Was answered. Had he heard aright?<br/></span>
<span>Oh, was the heavenly healer nigh,<br/></span>
<span>He who could give the blind their sight?<br/></span>
<span>"Jesus, have mercy!" lo, he cried,<br/></span>
<span>"Oh, son of David, pity me!"<br/></span>
<span>And when the jeering crowd deride,<br/></span>
<span>His accents form a clearer plea.<br/></span>
<span>Jesus stood still. A kindly voice<br/></span>
<span>Bade him good cheer—"He calleth thee."<br/></span>
<span>Thus must his lonely heart rejoice,<br/></span>
<span>"He thinks of me; yes, even me!"<br/></span>
<span>Bartimæus found the Living Light<br/></span>
<span>Who asked and granted his request.<br/></span>
<span>His blinded eyes received their sight;<br/></span>
<span>With joy he followed with the rest.<br/></span>
<span>How oft when Jesus passes by,<br/></span>
<span>The heart-blind hear but don't perceive,<br/></span>
<span>Else how they would for mercy cry<br/></span>
<span>Ere Christ their Lord should take his leave!<br/></span>
<span>Like him of whom this story's told<br/></span>
<span>They'd pray, "Lord Jesus, pity me!"<br/></span>
<span>And find his power and love could fold<br/></span>
<span>Them here and in eternity.<br/></span></div>
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