XXVIII + 

The Sign of the Cross + 

Whene’er across this sinful flesh of mine + 

I draw the Holy Sign, + 

All good thoughts stir within me, and renew + 

Their slumbering strength divine; + 

Till there springs up a courage high and true + 

To suffer and to do. + 

And who shall say, but hateful spirits around, + 

For their brief hour unbound, + 

Shudder to see, and wail their overthrow? + 

While on far heathen ground + 

Some lonely Saint hails the fresh odour, though + 

Its source he cannot know. + 