THE LANDSWOMAN
December, I 9 I 8
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Country lads that followed Him, blithe were they and kind,
It was only city folk were hard and blind.
Aye , He told of lilies, and of grain and grass that grew,
Fair things of the summer fields my good Lord knew ;
By the hedgerows flowering, there He laid His Head,
It was m the country that my Lord was bred.
3_ When the cross weighed down on Him, on the grievous road,
'Twas a kindly country man that raised His load,
Peasant girls of Galilee, folk of Nazareth,
These were fain to follow down the way of death.
Yea, beyond the city wall, underneath the sky,
It was in the country did my good Lord die.
4 When He rose to heaven on that white ascension day,
Last from open country did He pass away.
Rows of golden seraphim watched where He should dwell,
Yet it was the country folk had His farewell;
fi:Out above the flowered hill from the mossy grass,
Up from open country did my good Lord pass. :((
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