He leaned across his foe at rest,
And murmured, "I baptise!"
When lo! the sun broke overhead:
There, at his side, Himself lay dead!
——A. M. F. Robinson (Darmesteter).
He leaned across his foe at rest,
And murmured, "I baptise!"
When lo! the sun broke overhead:
There, at his side, Himself lay dead!
——A. M. F. Robinson (Darmesteter).