Friendless and faint, with martyred steps and slow Faint for the flesh, but for the spirit free, Stung by the mob that came to see the show, The Master toiled along to Calvary; We gibed him, as he went, with houndish glee, Till his dimmed eyes for us did overflow; We cursed his vengeless hands thrice wretchedly, -- And this was nineteen hundred years ago. But after nineteen hundred years the shame Still clings, and we have not made good the loss That outraged faith has entered in his name. Ah, when shall come love's courage to be strong! Tell me, O Lord - tell me, O Lord, how long Are we to keep Christ writhing on the cross! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MIDDLE-AGED; A STUDY IN EMOTION by EZRA POUND IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ROBERT E. LEE by JULIA WARD HOWE THE FEMALE GOD by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FIGHT WITH THE SNAPPING TURTLE; OR, THE AMERICAN ST. GEORGE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |