While dread Shekinah lingered,--(ne'er again
To yield to Jewish rite or sacrifice,
The boon of pardoned guilt, for blood of goats
Or bullocks, without blemish);--and bowed,
While yet the echoes of his voice, profane,
Still quivered in the midnight air,--floating
Upward toward the Great White Throne,--crying,
O,--crucify the spotless Son of Man,
And let Barabbas, son of sin, go free.

V.

Where direst portents, solitude profound,--
Place, awful with the bleaching types of death,
Had published forth Golgotha's cruel name.
The stately High Priest, from the "Holy Place"
Approached, to consummate prophetic crime,--
To fill the measure of Judea's sin,--
And bring Messiah to a dying race.

VI.

"IT IS FINISHED."

VII.

O,--light of day, whose now averted face,
As ne'er before, withholds thy cheer from man!--
O,--quaking earth, whose bed of solid rock,
Is shivered by some pang of awful ill!--