A roadway carpeted with palms and flowers,
A welcome shouted by the eager throng;
A thousand voices sing in David's song,
" Messiah comes, the nation's king and ours! "

Shouts, songs, and palms! Yet, as the week goes by
The shouts are silenced and the palms are dry,
Till that last day, when blackness shrouds the sky,
And those who shouted then to-day cry Crucify!

A cold, dark morning, and a new-made tomb;
Three weeping women groping through the gloom,
To dress a corpse from which the life has gone.
" And who shall roll away for us the stone! "
Only one streak of twilight, cold and gray,
Whitens the east and gives a hope of day;
But see, it mounts the heavens! " The Sun! the Sun! "
See for the world Eternal Life begun.