164 THE HIGHWAY TO MOUNT CALUARIE. To Pilat's bold demands He yeelded no replie; Although the iudge importuned much, Yet silence did denie. Vnto his manie words No answer Christ would make; Thinke on their force by teares— Where words too weak could not persuade, Then looke towards Jesus' load, Joine thou vnto the Crosse; It is a gratefull deede, If willing vnderta'ne; THE HIGHWAY TO MOUNT CALUARIE. The voluntarie death That Christ did die for thee, Gives life to none but such as ioy Vp to Mount Caluarie, If thou desire to goe, Then take thy Crosse and follow Christ, When there thou art arriued, Assure thyselfe to haue A gift all gifts excelling, Once sold by sinne, once bought by Christ, For saints' eternall dwelling. By Adam, Paradise Was sinne's polluted shade; By Christ, the dunghill Golgotha, 165 Samuel Rowlands. Via Dolorosa. I SEE my Lord-the poor, the weak, the lowly, Silent He moveth on, all uncomplaining, "Tis hell's dark hour; yet calm himself resigning, In mortal weakness 'neath his burden sinking, Where love's divinest sacrifice is made. Dear Lord! what though my path be set with sorrow,. My soul, weighed down, shall strength and courage borrow VIA DOLOROSA. And I, in tears, will yet look up with gladness; And hope when troubles most my hope would drown; The mournful way which thou didst tread with sadness, Was but thy way to glory and Thy Crown. Ray Palmer. 167 "Weep not for me." And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, who also bewailed and lamented him. But Jesus, turning unto them, said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not for me, but weep for yourselves, and your children.”—ST. LUKE Xxiii. 27, 28. JERUSALEM's daughters! for me do not weep! When you pray that the mountains may fall on your head Your eyes' bitter waters for other days keep. When mothers, soul-mourning, curse the day when was pressed The child of long yearning most close to the breast; Your eyes' bitter waters for other days keep. |