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A WAYSIDE CROSS, by                    
First Line: The moving pictures of my flight
Last Line: A wayside cross.
Subject(s): Cross, The; Crucifixion; Jesus Christ - Crucifixion


THE moving pictures of my flight
Through planted fields and orchards white
With flower, past tower and sleepy town,
All vanished, save a cross that stood
Beside the way, close to the wood,
Below a hill whose slope of brown
Warmed with the first green of the vine;
And there a woman bowing down
Before a shrine.

On paven streets I hear the roar
Again, move in the crowd once more;
But now when burdens seem to be
Too hard, those hillsides reappear, --
That peasant form; and even here,
Rising at every turn for me
Out of the pain and wrong and loss,
On these sad city stones, I see
A wayside cross.





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