230 SIR OWEN SEAMAN
��THE WAYSIDE CALVARY
(Lines written on the anniversary of the outbreak of the
war.)
Now with the full year Memory holds her tryst Heavy with such a tale of bitter loss As never Earth has suffered since the Christ Hung for us on the Cross.
��If God, O Kaiser, makes the vision plain : Gives you on some lone Calvary to see The Man of Sorrows Who endured the pain And died to set us free —
��How will you face beneath its Crown of thorn That Figure stark against the smoking skies, The Arms outstretched, the Sacred Head forlorn And those reproachful Eyes ?
How dare confront the false quest with the true Or think what gulfs between the ideals lie Of Him Who died that men might live — and you Who live that men may die.
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