The Cross by Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Tree, which heaven has willed to dower
With that true fruit when 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;
Of 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.

From: Trench, Richard Chenevix, Poems from Eastern Sources, Genoveva, and Other Poems, 1851, John W. Parker and Son: London, p. 200.
(https://archive.org/stream/poemsfromeaster00trengoog#page/n212/mode/2up)

Date: 16? (Spanish), 1851 (translation)

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

Translated by: Richard Chenevix Trench (1807-1886)

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