The Epic of Saul

Saul saw the prophet face of Stephen shine As it had been an angel's, but his heart To the august theophany was blind— Blinded by hatred of the fervent saint, And hatred of the Lord who in him shone. What blindfold hatred such could work of ill In nature meant for utter nobleness, Then, how the hatred could to love be turned, The proud wrong will to lowly right be brought, And Paul the "servant" spring from rebel Saul— This, ye who love in man the good and fair, And joy to hail retrieved the good and fair From the unfair and evil, hearken all And speed me with your wishes, while I sing.