The Stick

To failing strength a stick is given —
A kindly prop acceptable! —
Thy Cross upon my road to Heaven
Upholds me well.

On wood, the dear Creator hung,
On wood I lean for second strength —
I who have found too young — too young
The road's gray length!

O honest friend of simple guise —
Plain wood, no fluted gold's emboss —
I hold thee and my thoughts arise
To Christ, His Cross!
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