Easter Eve

" Se meurtriers donc ses rencontraient de bon caeur. " — A LFONSE M OREAU

His murderers met. Their consciences were free:
The sun's eclipse was past, the tumult stilled
In Jewry, and their duty well fulfilled.

Quoth Caiaphas: — It wrung my heart to see
His mother's grief, God knows. Yet blasphemy
Was proven, the uprising imminent,
And all the church-supporting element
Demanded action, sir, of you and me.

Quoth Pilate: — When this Nazarene denied
Even Caesar's rule, reluctantly I knew
My duty to the state, sir. Still, I tried,
But found no way, to spare him yet stay true
In loyalty. . . . And still, the poor lad cried,
" Forgive them, for they know not what they do! "
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