ye able," said the Master, "to be crucified
the sturdy dreamers answered, "to the death
we follow Thee."
we are able. Our spirits are thine.
them, make us, like Thee, divine.
guiding radiance above us shall be
beacon to God, to love, and loyalty.
ye able to remember, when a thief lifts up his eyes,
his pardoned soul is worthy, of a place in paradise?
ye able when the shadows, close around you with
believe that spirit triumphs, to commend your soul
ye able? Still the Master, whispers down eternity,
heroic spirits answer, now as then in Galilee.