The Shadow Of The Cross (John McCrae Poems)
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
At the drowsy dusk when the shadows creepFrom the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,An angel mused: "Is there good or ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
"Delicta juventutis et ignorantius ejus, quoesumus ne memineris, Domine." I left, to earth, a little maiden fair, With locks of ...
Scarlet coats, and crash o' the band, The grey of a pauper's gown, A soldier's grave in Zululand, And a ...
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