A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER

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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jul 8, 1897

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 23, No. 26.

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A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER.

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.
—Sidney Lanier.