The Cross - Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Tree 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.

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Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600 - 1681)
Translated by R.C. Trench
Source: Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish by English and North American Poets. Edited by Thomas Walsh. G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920