Poems (Denver)/The Cross and Crown
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THE CROSS AND CROWN.
Whate'er it be, that which thy hand Findeth to do, do thou! No grain will grow upon the land That feels not first the plough. A duty left undone thy loss May be, the Master's frown: For they who will not bear the cross Can never wear the crown.
Press bravely forward, then! for He Will bear thee safely through, Who knelt in dark Gethsemane, And drank the cup for you. Faint not, whate'er thy earthly loss, Nor lay thy burden down! For only they who bear the cross Shall ever wear the crown.