Poems.
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They bowed the knee in mockery,
And spit upon him there,
Then cried, "All hail! king of the Jews,
If thou be Christ, why there?
And spit upon him there,
Then cried, "All hail! king of the Jews,
If thou be Christ, why there?
The bleeding sufferer patient bore
His shameful, cruel death,
Cast a forgiving look around,
And with his dying breath,
"Father! forgive them all," cried He,
"They know not what they do!"
And with a saddened spirit, breathed
His painful, last adieu.
His shameful, cruel death,
Cast a forgiving look around,
And with his dying breath,
"Father! forgive them all," cried He,
"They know not what they do!"
And with a saddened spirit, breathed
His painful, last adieu.
WE'LL MEET AGAIN.
We 'll meet again! although not where
So oft hath been our meeting;
Though not among the circle gay,
Will be our future greeting.
So oft hath been our meeting;
Though not among the circle gay,
Will be our future greeting.
We 'll meet again! but not where mirth,
And fashion hold their power;
Not 'mong the busy scenes and joys,
That gild life's passing hour.
And fashion hold their power;
Not 'mong the busy scenes and joys,
That gild life's passing hour.
