"I made the cross myself, whose weight
Was laid on me.
This thought is torture as I toil
Up life's steep Calvary.
To think mine own hands drove the nails!
I sang a merry song,
And chose the heaviest wood I had I had,
To build it firm and strong.
If I had guessed-if I had dreamed
Its weight was meant for me,
I should have made a lighter cross
To bear up Calvary."
VIA Anne Reeve Aldrich, 1866-1892
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