Show resolutions from cowood he wood of the cross will I 1 fashion A staff for my wavering feet my feeble and tottering feet and ill cry to my god with the passion that is born of the wrong and the scorn of the wrong and the scorn that is borne bome by the poor and the waifs waife of the street and ill cry to my god to upraise me from the depths and the mire of the street and my soul shall enwrap the pure spirit the healing and comforting spirit and my heart that is seared and broken shall beat to a song pure and sweet shall throb to a voice soft and sweet and ill cling to the word and the token to the cross and the voice that has spoken eliat that calls from the depths and the scorn the poor and the waif wado a of the street J F B |