Classic Poem

And who the bravest of the brave;
The bravest hero ever born?
'Twas one who dared a felon's grave,
Who dared to bear the scorn of scorn.
Nay, more than this; when sword was drawn
And vengeance waited for His word,
He looked with pitying eyes upon
The scene, and said, " Put up thy sword. "
Oh God! could man be found today
As brave to do, as brave to say?

" Put up thy sword into its sheath. "
Put up thy sword, put up thy sword!
By Cedron's brook thus spake beneath
The olive-trees our valiant Lord,
Spake calm and king-like. Sword and stave
And torch, and stormy men of death
Made clamor. Yet He spake not, save
With loving word and patient breath,
The peaceful olive-boughs beneath,
" Put up thy sword within its sheath. "