I walked alone to my Calvary, And no man carried the cross for me: Carried the cross? Nay, no man knew The fearful load I bent unto; But each as we met upon the way Spake me fair of the journey I walked that day. I came alone to my Calvary, And high was the hill and bleak to see; But lo, as I scaled the flinty side, A thousand went up to be crucified A thousand kept the way with me, But never a cross my eyes could see. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL EFFECTS by JAMES GALVIN THE GHOST OF DEACON BROWN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |