I strolled along the Garfield avenue,

Past Knight, and the black abandoned pit latrine,

To where, way back, a bathroom could be seen,

But now, a barn house garage stands, all new.

Behind me was the road to Damascus;

Before, the College blocks, and a water-tower:

And as I walked, I saw a Lazarus

Emerge from a tomb, his death-clothes o'er his shoulder.

His powerful body freed from bandages,

A rising flame of life, from the night of death.

Uncertain yet how long the ravages,

The germs, and the million killing ways of earth

Will spare his new-found Life, his radiant grace.

And as he walked past me, I saw my face.