The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

THE HEART AND THE CROSS.



O PILGRIM, faring through the night,
     Why singest thou so cheerily?
          The cross upon thy shoulders laid
          Of heaviness itself is made,—

“But oh, the heart beneath is light,

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     And so my load is naught,” said he.

O sluggard, drooping drowsy head,
     Why moanest though unceasingly?
          By some unknown benignant law,
          Thy slender cross is built of straw.

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“The heart beneath is made of lead,
     And so my load is great,” said he.

O Angel, treading life’s long road
     With me, explain this mystery:
          When men find burdens hard and strange

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          Each longs his heavy cross to change—

“Yet joy would lighten every load
     With but a change of heart,” said he. [Page 52]