WE HANG UPON A SCAFFOLD
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We hang upon a scaffold, lad, The skeleton within Is all the horror of the world, Of virtue and of sin. For he who knows no word of love, Nor has his heart’s desire, Must hang the same and die the same As he who walks in fire. Then hang upon your scaffold, lad The mob will pierce your side, Yet cry your triumph and your pain, For man is crucified.