Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

(14 September 1883 – 19 April 1922 / Gunnersbury, London)

A Child’s Song - Poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

WHEN the Child played in Galilee,
He had no wine-clear maple leaves,
No west winds singing of the sea
Over the frosted sheaves;
But with pale myrrh His head was bound
And crowned.

When the Child lived in Nazareth,
He watched the golden anise seed,
With daisies white in the wind's breath,
And hyssop flowering for His need,
While the late crocus from the sod
Flamed for her God.

When the Child dwelt in Palestine,
Over the brooks the willow grew,
Olive and aspen, oak and pine,
Sweet sycamore and yew,
But one dark Tree of all the seven
Stood high as heaven.

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  • Gold Star - 37,008 Points * Sunprincess * (6/3/2014 7:15:00 PM)

    ........truly a beautiful write....nice poem... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 20, 2010

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