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I wonder if it was a pretty day,
when they went out beyond the city gate---
a fresh Spring morning to appreciate:
the sun bright; high, white clouds wending their way
across an endless sky of perfect blue.
(Beneath such skies, what great things might men do?)
I wonder if the scent of fragrant flowers
surrounded them.  The prospect of six hours'
amusement was not fully manifest
(but on a day like that, only the best
should be expected).  After having trod
long, dusty roads that led them far from Rome,
not one of them was thinking much of home---

that day they crucified the Son of God.