The poem hangs on the berry-bush,
When comes the poet's eye;
The street begins to masquerade
Where Shakespeare passes by.
The Christ sees white in Judas’ heart,
And loves his traitor well;
The God, to angel his new heaven,
Explores his lowest hell.

Collected, and revised, in The Thought of God in Hymns and Poems, 2nd ser. (Boston: Roberts Bros., 1894), p. 114 | The poem hangs on the berry-bush, When comes the poet's eye; The street begins to masquerade, When Shakespeare passes by. The Christ sees white in Judas’ heart, And loves his traitor well; And God, to angel his new Heaven, Explores his lowest Hell.