GUIDO RENI’S “ECCE HOMO.”
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O thorn-crowned head, the sins of all the world Have pierced thy brow; O gentle face, the woes of all the world Thou bearest now! O patient eyes, to heaven in meekness turned, Meekness divine, Within your suffering depths what wondrous light Of love doth shine! O faltering, parted lips, with anguish wrung, Your words still live And plead for us,—“They know not what they do— Father, forgive!”
