Martyred Humanity And Other Poems

bears the cross of others' sin, Still wears the thorns His brow upon, Still feels the spear His side within. Where proud oppression rears its throne, Where sordid wealth buys rank and place, There still is heard the Master's groan, There still is seen His anguished face. A thousand deaths He dies each day, A thousand lives He lives again, A thousand Judas' still betray ? A thousand Marys mourn the Slain! MAN'S GENIUSHOOD IS CHRIST H, True," I said, as twilight fell On that sad Christmas day, "To suffer is to cast the shell, To miss?to learn the way." I said, as in the faith I saw, Through pain and sorrow led, The Symboled Image of the Law, Borne by the Sacred Dead. I saw, as never seen before, By me, ?the Spirit Gift, And felt my wounded soul, and sore, With thankfulness uplift. And then, through all that fated life I traced the bitter loss, Until Love closed the awful strife ? The Conqueror of the Cross. MAN'S GENIUSHOOD IS CHRIST 2 "Ah, true," I cried, "the Crown is there ? By His example priced, And all may pluck the thorns and wear- Man's Geniushood is Christ." CHRIST BEFORE PILATE (INSPIRED BY MUNKACSY'S CELEBRATED PAINTINQ) before Pilate." ? Thus the title reads- By genius told?the Story of the Cross. Thus, from the canvas, living still, He pleads ? To blinded eyes, the symbol of our loss. Not as the hero's deed, by death confessed, Not as the plaint of time, on crime bes...