Read it through once

“If I live yet, it is for good, more love Through me to men: be naught but ashes here That keep awhile my semblance, who was John,-- Still, when they scatter, there is left on earth No one alive who knew (consider this!) {130} --Saw with his eyes and handled with his hands That which was from the first, the Word of Life. How will it be when none more saith ‘I saw’?