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 … Continue reading A Ballad of Trees and the Master
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