Poem September 14, 1918 Issue

[Written for the Sentinel]

The Cross

CHARLES C. BUTTERWORTH, 2d

I Call that bravery—
Despite its weakness—
That spends the ultimate of strength
And scales the pinnacle of meekness,
Enduring slavery,
And conq'ring it at length!

The seeming final gasp
Of sense, the whispered word of faith,
These disengage the fleshly clasp
Of carnal mind and tear
The veil, so that the ear
May hear what Spirit saith.

Else how explain
The vict'ry of the cross—
When peace came out of mortal pain
And light out of the earthquake's gloom;
When proof emerged from shame and loss,
And Life immortal opened wide the tomb?

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