And they marvelled as he passed them, 

 That great and goodly man. 

 He mounted up the scaffold, 

 And he turned him to the crowd; 

 But they dared not trust the people, 

 So he might not speak aloud. 

 But he look'd up toward heaven, 

 And it all was clear and blue, 

 And in the liquid ether 

 The eye of God shone through. 

 Yet a black and murky battlement 

 Lay resting on the hill, 

 As though the thunder slept therein, 

 All else was calm and still. 

 Then radiant and serene he rose, 

 And cast his cloak away; 

 For he had taken his latest look 

 Of earth and sun and day. 

 A beam of light fell o'er him, 

 Like a glory round the shriven, 

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