"No cross—no crown"—the mandate,
With cruel meaning falls;
The heavy-laden soul shrinks back,
The lonely way appals.
Ah, me! sweet friend, I thank thee;
This little ray of light
Steals o'er the darken'd firmament,
Illuming sorrow's night.
"No cross—no crown"—the mandate,
With cruel meaning falls;
The heavy-laden soul shrinks back,
The lonely way appals.
Ah, me! sweet friend, I thank thee;
This little ray of light
Steals o'er the darken'd firmament,
Illuming sorrow's night.