Beyond the wall this day to Calvary.”
No more of shouting Fidus heard, for he
Alone made ready a great Cross of wood;
And, that his craftsman skill should be confessed,
He made it well, both strong and workmanlike.
“’Tis fit,” he said, “to serve a King,” and smiled
At his grim jest; then went he on his way.
Out in the streets the crowd was surging on
Along the way that leads to Calvary’s hill.
And o’er it Fidus saw his Cross; and then,