Issue 7, Fall-Winter 1954-1955
Again that weary day when He must share
The wickedness of men who do not spare
Him birth. See now they penetrate His will,
Petitioners who fear the twilight’s chill.
He must be born again; time needs His pain;
The ignorant must see the loved one slain.
They doubted Him—away—but His return
Will make them rage, and He must hang or burn.