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It is the same infrequent star,
The all mysterious light,
That, like a watcher gazing on,
The changes in the night,
Toward the hill in Bethlehem, took
Its solitary flight.
It is the same infrequent star,
Its sameness startleth me;
Although the disk is red a-blood
And downward silently
It looketh on another hill,
The hill of Calvary.
Behold, O Israel! behold!
It is no human One
That ye have dared to crucify.
What evil hath he done?
It is your King, O Israel,
The God-begotten Son!
The Star of Calvary
by Nathaniel Hawthorn,
American author and poet
(1804-1864) |
