With a strange Shadow on His lovely face,
Standing with arms outstretched in prayer,
The glory of the setting sun upon His head.
But long and grim the shadow of a Cross
Before Him as He stood. Then to his mind
Came swift the stories of the mighty King,
And then the promise: “Thou shalt build His throne.”
Alas! the long and wav’ring years had swept
The dreams of youth away; but still remained
The love, that hungered now to feel the hand