THE CROSS

by: Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600-1681)

      REE which heaven has willed to dower
      With that true fruit whence we live,
      As that other death did give;
      Of new Eden loveliest flower;
      Bow of light, that in worst hour
      Of the worst flood signal true
      O'er the world, of mercy threw;
      Fair plant, yielding sweetest wine;
      Of our David harp divine;
      Or our Moses tables new;
      Sinner am I, therefore I
      Claim upon thy mercies make;
      Since alone for sinners' sake
      God on thee endured to die.

This English translation by R.C. Trench of Calderón's "The Cross" is reprinted from Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish by English and North American Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920.

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