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 ...
There stands a hostel by a travelled way; Life is the road and Death the worthy host; Each guest he ...
". . . with two other priests; the same night he died, and was buried by the shores of the ...
Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey ...
Ye have sung me your songs, ye have chanted your rimes (I scorn your beguiling, O sea!) Ye fondle me ...
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