Betwixt false thieves with thieves' own pain,
Never to rise again?
Leave me this love, O cool-eyed One,
Leave me this Saviour.
Science: Down at the base of a statue,
A flower of strange hue
I dug, that I might see and know the root thereof,
And lo, the statue is prone, fallen.
They did but crucify the godhead of Christ,
(My God, my God, He said, why hast thou forsaken me?)