The Wayside Calvary
Now with the full year Memory holds her tryst Heavy with such a tale of bitter loss As never Earth has suffered since the Christ Hung for us on the Cross. If God, O Kaiser, makes the vision plain: Gives you on some lone Calvary to see The Man of Sorrows Who endured the pain And died to set us free -- How will you face beneath its Crown of thorn That Figure stark against the smoking skies, The Arms outstretched, the Sacred Head forlorn And those reproachful Eyes? How dare confront the false quest with the true Or think what gulfs between the ideals lie Of Him Who died that men might live -- and you Who live that men may die. Ah, turn your eyes away: He reads your heart; Pass on and, having done your work abhorred, Join hands with Judas in his place apart, You who betrayed your Lord.
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