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THE GOLDEN CROSS by PERCY STICKNEY GRANT

First Line: A GOLDEN CROSS, LIFTED SO HIGH
Last Line: YET THERE IT STANDS UNMOVED ALWAY.
Subject(s): CROSSES;
A golden cross, lifted so high,
Above the noisy thoroughfare,
That rarely did a wandering eye
Discover that a cross was there.

But wreathed around it prayers arise,
And heavenward human songs ascend,
While motionless against the skies,
Its silent, golden arms extend.

Upon it morning sunbeams flash,
About the dark form star-gleams play;
The wind and rain against it dash,
Yet there it stands unmoved alway.



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