78 Hours of the Night,

He was lying all cold and lowly, And the sepulchre was sealed,

And the women that bore the spices Had come from the holy field.

There is feasting in Pilate's palace. There is revel in Herod's hall,

Where the lute and the sounding instrument To mirth and merriment call.

" I have washed my hands," said Pilate, " And what is the Jew to me ? "

" I have missed my chance," said Herod, " One of his wonders to see.

" But why should our courtly circle To the thought give further place }

All dreams, save of pleasure and beauty. Bid the dancers' feet efface."