The book Changed Cross And Other Religious Poems was written by author Anson D F Anson Davies Fitz Randolph Here you can read free online of Changed Cross And Other Religious Poems book, rate and share your impressions in comments. If you don't know what to write, just answer the question: Why is Changed Cross And Other Religious Poems a good or bad book?
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SALOME. CHE knew not what for them she sought ^ At His right hand and left to sit ! How great the glory, passing thought ; How rough the path that led to it. They knew not what of Him they asked, But He their deeper sense distilled ; Gently the selfish wish unmasked, But all the prayer of love fulfilled. Pride sought to lift herself on high, And heard but of the bitter cup ; Love would but to her Lord be nigh, And won her measure full heaped up With vision of His glory blessed : Stood on the mo...untain by His side ; Leaned, at the Supper, on His breast ; Stood close beneath Him when He died. Memories One brother shared His cup of woe- The second of His martyr-band ; One, by His glory smitten low, Rose at the touch of His right hand. Thus, when by earth's cross lights perplexed, We crave the thing that should not be, God, reading right our erring text, Gives what we would ask, could we see. MEMORIES. "VX/HEN fall the evening shadows, long and deep, acrog VV the hill: When all the air is fragrance, and all the breezes still ; When the summer sun seems pausing above the mour tain's brow, As if he left reluctantly a scene so lovely now ; Then I linger on the pathway, and I fondly gaze, an long, As if reading some old story those deep purple clouc among; Then Memory approaches, holding up her magic glas Pointing to familiar figures, which across the surface pas And often do I question, as I view that phantom train, Whether most with joy or sadness I behold them thi again.
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