The priests had taken, and was on His way
To judgment. “Out on such a King,” cried one,
“Himself He can not save from shameful death.
To-morrow’s sun will see Him lifted up
Above the hill, and throw the Shadow of
A Cross upon you fools who thought Him King.”
And on the faces dark of all around,
Fidus saw Hate he could not understand.
Then up a vision rose of Nazareth
When evening fell; a Boy of beauty rare,