The Saviour Looked On Peter. Ay, No Word, No Gesture Of Reproach; The Heavens Serene Though Heavy With Armed Justice, Did Not Lean Their Thunders That Way: The Forsaken Lord Looked Only, On The Traitor. None Record What That Look Was, None Guess; For Those Who Have Seen Wronged Lovers Loving Through A Death-Pang Keen, Or Pale-Cheeked Martyrs Smiling To A Sword, Have Missed Jehovah At The Judgment-Call. And Peter, From The Height Of Blasphemy 'I Never Knew This Man' Did Quail And Fall As Knowing Straight That God; And Turned Free And Went Out Speechless From The Face Of All And Filled The Silence, Weeping Bitterly.