STRANGER, this foreign field wherein you lie

Has many human vessels fashioned true

Under the Potter's Thumb. The Priests did buy

It with the silver Traitor Judas threw

Into the Treasury, as he confessed

He had betrayed the Blood of Innocence.

They bought the field for weary Strangers' rest;

And you are Stranger thrice,—to War's offence.

To death and to this land. The World allied

To other Traitors long have seized Our Lord

And by this War have Him re-crucified;

And soldiers guard His Tomb with naked swords.

But for all this the stone shall roll away,

And you shall rise with Him on Easter Day!