A Ballad Of The Trees And The Master
Sidney Lanier
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Into the woods my Master went,
Clean forspent,
forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and
shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves
were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him
When into the woods He
came.
Out of the woods my Master went,
And He was well content.
Out
of the woods my Master came,
Content with death and shame.
When Death and
Shame would woo Him last,
From under the trees they drew Him last:
'Twas
on a tree they slew Him -- last
When out of the woods He came. | |
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