How can they honor Him with flame and din,
Whose soul was peaceful as a moon-swept sea,
Whose thoughts were somber with the world's great sin
Even while He trod the hill to Calvary?
I think if Jesus should return and see
This hollow blasphemy, this day of horror,
The heart that languished in Gethsemane
Would know again as great and deep a sorrow,
And He who charmed the troubled waves to sleep
With deathless words — would kneel again and weep.