Melts through Time’s fingers like the dropping sand.
But once a King—despised, forsaken, crowned
Only with thorns—chose in the face of loss
Earth’s poor, her weak, her outcast, gave them love,
And sent them forth to conquer in His name
The world that crucified Him, and proclaim
His empire. Lo! Pride’s vanished thrones above
Behold the enduring banner of the cross!
(Text.)—The Outlook.
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