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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. "
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