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“They have cast their heads together with one consent;
and are confederate against thee; the tabernacles of the Edomites.”
Sent from that heathen judgment-hall of woe,
They now in mockery rude their Victim bring
Before the subtle Galilean king;
While through the streets they hurry to and fro,
Now throng behind, and now before Him go,
In hate successful loud and triumphing;
As some poor death-bound prince, or captive thing,
Forced through Rome's streets before his last death blow;
Or sacrificial beast, amid the throng
To some old heathen altar urged along;
Or as fierce dogs hunt down the gentle hare,
From place to place, loud yelling for its blood;—
The Pharisees their Victim have pursued;
Lo, in the kingly palace, they are there.
