MY little boy at Christmas-tide Made me a toy cross; Two sticks he did, in boyish pride, With brazen nail emboss. Ah me! how soon, on either side His dying bed's true cross, She and I were crucified, Bemoaning our life-loss! But He, whose arms in death spread wide Upon the holy tree, Were clasp'd about him when he died -- Clasp'd for eternity! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL THESE ENDURE by MARION H. ADDINGTON DANAIDES: THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND EARTH by AESCHYLUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES LIGHTNING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |