Classic Poem

The grey hairs of Caiaphas
Shall know the truth to-day,
For kingly, riding on an ass,
The Truth has come his way.
(A thornbush grows upon the hill,
And Golgotha is empty still!)

Caiaphas waxes eloquent
On tittle and on jot,
But when they cry " Hosanna! "
Caiaphas answers not.
(A thornbush grows upon the hill,
And Golgotha is empty still!)

In the temple of Caiaphas
Stand two gold seraphim —
They do not worship Christ nor shout
As the grey stones shout for Him.
(A thornbush grows upon the hill,
And Golgotha is empty still!)

The vestments of Caiaphas
With gold and silver shone —
They would get soiled if he cast them down
For the ass to walk upon.
(A thornbush grows upon the hill,
And Golgotha is empty still!)

The religion of Caiaphas
Is very spick and span,
It does not love the ill-bred mob,
The homespun Son of Man!
(A thornbush grows upon the hill,
And Golgotha is empty still!)

The dark soul of Caiaphas
Is full of sin and pride;
It does not know the splendour
Or the triumph of that ride!
(A thornbush grows upon the hill,
And Golgotha is empty still!)