Thou knowest all things.

Why lookest Thou thus at Judas?
Great is the mystery of Thy beautiful eyes, but is mine less?
Order me to remain! But Thou art silent.

Thou art ever silent.

Lord, Lord, is it for this that in grief and pains have I sought Thee all my life, sought and found! Free me! Remove the weight; it is heavier than even mountains of lead.

Dost Thou hear how the bosom of Judas Iscariot is cracking under it ?" And the last silence was abysmal, like the last glance of eternity.
"I go." But the evening stillness woke not, neither uttered cry nor plaint, nor did its subtle air vibrate with the slightest tinkle--so soft was the fall of the retreating steps.