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Out of the glorious city gate / A great throng came. / A mighty throng that swelled and grew / Around a face that all men knew- / A man who bore a noted name- / Gathered to listen to his fate.
The Judge sat high. Unbroken black / Around, above, and at his back. / The people pressed for nearer place, / Longing, yet shamed, to watch that face; / And in a space before the throne / The prisoner stood, unbound, alone. / So thick they rose on every side, / There was no spot his face to hide.