Author Rachel Annand Taylor I SAW the Son of God go by — Crowned with the crown of Thorn. " Was It not finished, Lord? " I said, — " And all the anguish borne? " He turned on me His awful eyes: — " Hast thou not understood? Lo! Every soul is Calvary, — And every sin a Rood. " Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments