More than two crosses stand on either side The Cross today on more than one dark hill; More than three hours a myriad men have cried, And they are crying still. Before Him now no mocking faces pass; Heavy on all who built the cross, it lies; Pilate is hanging there, and Caiaphas, Judas without his price. Men scourge each other with their stinging whips; To crosses high they nail, and they are nailed; More than one dying man with parchèd lips, "My God! My God!" has wailed. Enlarged is Golgotha. But One alone His healing shadow over all can fling; One King Divine has made His Cross a Throne. "Remember us, O King!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: CHARLES WARREN, THE SHERIFF by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |