Within the "Holy Place," the High Priest bowed,
While dread Shekinah lingered,—(ne'er again
To yield to Jewish rite or sacrifice,
The boon of pardoned guilt, for blood of goats
Or bullocks, without blemish);—and bowed,
While yet the echoes of his voice, profane,
Still quivered in the midnight air,—floating
Upward toward the Great White Throne,—crying,
O,—crucify the spotless Son of Man,
And let Barabbas, son of sin, go free.