Salt Lake Telegram | 1915-04-04 | Page 34 | Eascer

1915 J S By Harry E. E M MacPherson J V. V I wonder what the Nazarene would say say If he should talk tak upon the streets today T tt r Upon a princely highway perfect wrought Through sweat and blood of slaves gained by the lust Of Caesars stood a sweet faced Man and taught The multitude multitude debased debased by long age-long trust trustIn In heathen gods and still more heathen men Who ruled oer o'er them them them-of of freedom from the st stained ined f Dark cruel things the world believed and when F FHe lR He spoke disciples many then were gained For men once seeing they are sodden slaves f r Will ever gladly grasp the words of truth t That s seek ek to lift them to the God who saves and gives them joyous hopeful youth t I. I j r. r Then Princes seeing that their subjects heard lid With eager ears the Holy Words that He Was speaking restless on their thrones bestirred And priests of pagan faiths who Feared caret caretto to see Their teachings shattered by this Jesus all At once grew restless then so all the peers peers peers- I Both of the Church and State State alarmed alarmed did call Upon their henchmen hirelings henchmen hirelings armed with spears 1 f fl l Arrest that man Go kill him was their cry j jUHe He UHe teaches men to think they should be free fi fin His words are menacing for you and I T n r Know all is well Why should men think or see As He would have them think and see that their r i Accustomed lives are not as they should be 7 u Established orders were by Him defied 1 J So on a cross they had Him crucified tt S t J T To a save the W World or Id He suE suffered f ered d death eath and pain pam l But in three days this days this day day He He rose again r. r Thus Truth though crushed crusted to earth will send its seeds J Into the soil and Truth will ever needs r S L Come blooming forth uninjured by the blow t 5 And stronger better newly born and so f Much abler to combat with foe J all Christendom where people 4 r Throughout pay Their homage spiritual unto the One z n I IWho I Who in the dim far past on Easter Day i Death Death conquering proved of God He was the Son mi tj 1 On this bright day unnumbered human hearts hearts- Nay more and even countless will countless will I 1 ken Send forth their prayer from myriad homes and marts mart V M MV I To Him who suffered for the sake of men 5 ft I If stand 1 I seem to see a warring monarch f r rv B Before e F ore an a altar I reared d. d in In Heavens Heaven's eaven s name t. M t tHis v s His face is falsely pious in his hand r i A holy book he holds no tinge of shame He feels as to the gentle Prince of Peace V He for bloody victory and fame I IA A place I see in our own land of peace Where boys and girls from lack of sunshine pale L Toil on nor does their work on Easter cease They too must must b bear ar th the Cr Cross ss and feel fee the Nail i 7 I see the man who owns this slave child mill j Where children cheaply toil in tasks that all 1 Their labor-hungry labor fathers well might fill l r f Kneel in his gilded church church church-a a sacred hall hail r J. J Jw 1 to honor Him who sweetly said Let ULet all the little Children come to Me 1 this richly fed kt He moves his lips man so 5 I In n th thanks this country is from Horrors free t V In Europe Easter Lilies are abloom i t They spring from soil made fertile by the blood hi I cOd 7 Of Christians sent by Christians to their tombs tombs- I IRed Red trenches in the gun wheel-rutted wheel mud And here where Easter Lilies are in flower Where cruel W War r has not yet reared his head No war-shod war armies crush the fields in our Fair peaceful land yet thousands starve for bread t But when a man with love of Mankind filled t r. r Proclaims that all this suffering is wrong a Ci I 4 Like Pharisees we have his pleadings stilled Like Pilate wash our hands and let the throng throng- throng throng- I The led king throng throng throng-dem throng demand his teachings killed I wonder what the Nazarene w would uld say If he should talk upon the streets today I S. S b Jr