Hast thou no scar? No hidden scar on foot or side or hand? I hear thee sung as mighty in the land, I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star, Hast thou no scar?
Hast thou no wound? Yet I was wounded by the archers, spent, Leaned my by the tree to die; and rent By ravening beasts that compassed me, I swooned; Hast thou no wound?
No wound? No scar? Yet, as the Master shall the servant be, And pierced are the feet that follow me; But thine are whole: can he have followed far Who has no wound nor scar?
