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...SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BALLAD: THE THINGS OF NO ACCOUNT by FRANCOIS VILLON THREE FLOWERS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MORNING TWILIGHT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE S. JOHN: THE DISCIPLE, WHOM JESUS LOVED by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |