“I MADE the cross myself whose weight
Was later laid on me.
This thought is torture as I toil
Up life’s steep Calvary.
To think mine own hands drove the nails!
I sang a merry song,
And chose the heaviest wood I had
To build it firm and strong.
If I had guessed-if I had dreamed
Its weight was meant for me,
I should have made a lighter cross
To bear up Calvary!
(Anne Reeve Aldrich)”
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