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The Crosses (little Lonely Crosses, The Crosses Low And White) Post by :vesta19 Category :Poems Author :Virna Sheard Date :November 2011 Read :968

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The Crosses (little Lonely Crosses, The Crosses Low And White)

The little lonely crosses, the crosses low and white,
They haunt me most in the silver hour
That lies against the night;
Or when the rose-dusk dawn comes in,
With a star for candlelight.

The little lonely crosses in fields so far away,
They cast a shadow on my path--
And, take which road I may,
It follows, follows, follows--
Throughout the livelong day.

O little lonely crosses that gentle hands have made,
You mean to us forevermore
The price that has been paid
For a heritage of Freedom,
And a People unafraid.

So, as a Pilgrim to his shrine, in dreams I rise and go,
To find the poppied place of sleep,
And the crosses row on row;
The crosses carved with names beloved,
The crosses white and low.


(The end)
Virna Sheard's poem: Crosses

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