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The Shadow Of The Cross

At the drowsy dusk when the shadows

From the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,

An angel mused:  "Is there good or

In the mad world's heart, since on Calvary's hill'Round the cross a mid-day twilight

That darkened earth and o'ershadowed hell?"Through the streets of a city the angel sped;

Like an open scroll men's hearts he read.

In a monarch's ear his courtiers

And humble faces hid hearts of pride.

Men's hate waxed hot, and their hearts grew cold,

As they haggled and fought for the lust of gold.

Despairing, he cried, "After all these

Is there naught but hatred and strife and tears?"He found two waifs in an attic bare;— A single crust was their meagre fare —One strove to quiet the other's cries,

And the love-light dawned in her famished

As she kissed the child with a motherly air:"I don't need mine, you can have my share."Then the angel knew that the earthly

And the sorrow and shame were not wholly loss.

At dawn, when hushed was earth's busy

And men looked not for their Christ to come,

From the attic poor to the palace grand,

The King and the beggar went hand in hand.

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John McCrae

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918) was a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during Worl…
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