Thy Cross cruciferous doth flower in all And every cross, dear Lord, assigned to us: Ours lowly-statured crosses; Thine how tall, Thy Cross cruciferous. Thy Cross alone life-giving, glorious: For love of Thine, souls love their own when small, Easy and light, or great and ponderous. Since deep calls deep, Lord, hearken when we call; When cross calls Cross racking and emulous:''" Remember us with him who shared Thy gall, Thy Cross cruciferous. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SONG OF LIFE by ABRAHAM IBN EZRA THE COMPLAINT OF POETIE, FOR THE DEATH OF LIBERALITE by RICHARD BARNFIELD A MOTHER'S ANSWER (2) by LILLIE E. BARR |