Poems (Kennedy)/That Middle Cross

by Sara Beaumont Kennedy

The cities that we know today
 May sink beneath the sands of time,
The history which now we write
 Some day may be forgotten rhyme.

But that low Mount will still abide;
 The hearts of men will not forget—
High altar of a ransomed world
 Where tapers of our faith are set.

They'll shine, those holy altar lights,
 And by their steadfast gleams we'll see—
Through war and peace and life and death—
 That middle cross on Calvary.