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J. S. MACHAR
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And then forthwith Satan arose and spread
His great, dark, batlike wings, that extended
With swiftness of the wind in distance vast
And ghastly great. O’er Golgotha entire,
O’er city and valley and o’er the hills,
O’er regions round about, o’er distant peaks,
O’er waters blue of lakes of Galilee.
O’er realms beyond afar and seas remote
There was projected then a dark, black veil.
And there was darkness over all the land,
Which trembled then.
And in the end Jesus
About Him gazed and with a loud voice cried:
“Elȯi, Elȯi, lama zabachtani,”
And yielded up the ghost.
