Here you will find the Poem The Sign of the Cross of poet John Henry Newman, Cardinal
. WHENE'ER across this sinful flesh of mine I draw the Holy Sign, 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.