Poems with rhymes of meekly

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,

We, too, with our bodies thus weakly,
With hearts hard and dangerous, thus
We owe thee — the saints suffered meekly

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,

They brought it to him weekly,
And he without a groan,
Would take it from them meekly

Thus the politician, weakly
Of the big things of the State;
While the patient public, meekly

They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,