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 The Shadow of the Cross

T the drowsy dusk when the shadows creep

From the golden west, where the sunbeams sleep,

An angel mused: "Is there good or ill

In the mad world's heart, since on Calvary's hill

'Round the cross a mid-day twilight fell

That darkened earth and o'ershadowed hell?"

Through the streets of a city the angel sped;

Like an open scroll men's hearts he read.

In a monarch's ear his courtiers lied

And humble faces hid hearts of pride.

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