The Cross By The Chapel
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Small the cross by the chapel
Spurts its head
From out the surrounding
Thorns and
Bushes.
Small
Small the cross arises
And soon
It will be buried in the
Thorns and bushes.
Ah! a century ago
When the cross was planted
The seeds of thorns and bushes
Had not yet fallen on
The arid plain around it
You think, you think, my Monsignor!
Then you discover, you discover,
My Monsignor!
Bu şiiri puanla
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