A cross—One staggering beneath the weight. (Golgotha shivered, but knew not why) A mob—goading with spears of scarlet hate This One condemned to die. "Now in the place where he was crucified There was a garden." Her olive trees Leaned over the wall and shuddering sighed To the sobbing breeze. The lilies stirred from sleep and wept at the sound Of the tumult cleaving the day; And the grasses said: @3We stand on holy ground— It was God who passed this way.@1 Men mocked him. Their frenzy billowed and grew To ghastly impact on Calvary's sod. Only the garden bowed her heart and knew He was the Son of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAGIC MIRROR by HENRY MILLS ALDEN TO A MAID OF THIRTEEN by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER FROM A DUSTY SHELF by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT SONNET TO W-- P-- by BERNARD BARTON MISERABLE NIGHT by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR LEISURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PHILANDERER by BERTON BRALEY |