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Show "MY CRUCIFIX." The slender form upon the Cross Hangs pale and faint; 'Twas given me long years ago 'By my own saint. "You must not kiss that Cross, dear one She said to me, ' "Unless your soul of sin's foul stain Be fair and free." Then, as a child I knelt to pray, I kissed my Cross, And kissed it when she went away Nor guessed my loss. Long years upon my mantel shelf Untouched it stands. No lips have pressed the thorn-crowned Head, Nor bleeding Hands. I Success and all success can bring Have come to me, And yet sometime I trembld lest My Mother see. I tremble lest she see my rank, My treasured pelf. And then the Cross that stands untouched un-touched Upon my shelf. : ' Oh tired, darkened, soul of mine, How fair, how sweet. To be a little child and dare To kis those Feet! offcciie Joyce in the Pilot. |