Despised! Rejected by the priest-led roar Of the multitude! The imperial purple flung About the form the hissing scourge had stung, Witnessing naked to the truth it bore! True son of father true, I thee adore. Even the mocking purple truthful hung On thy true shoulders, bleeding its folds among, For thou wast king, art king for evermore! I know the Father: he knows me the truth. Truth-witness, therefore the one essential king, With thee I die, with thee live worshipping! O human God, O brother, eldest born, Never but thee was there a man in sooth, Never a true crown but thy crown of thorn!
A MEMORIAL OF AFRICA.