ELEVENTH STATION—CHRIST NAILED TO THE CROSS Behold, God is no longer with us. He is on the ground. The frenzied pack has taken him by the throat like a stag. So You have come! You are really with...
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523 POEMS Seventh Station 'Tis not the stones that conquer now, nor the knotted flails; It is the soul that falters here, it is the soul that fails. O midway of our mortal life when the strong...
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