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“What went ye out into the wilderness to see ? A reed shaken with the wind?"
COME take a woodland walk with me,
There stands he, in each time and tide,
Mark'st thou in him no token true
“Palma virens semper manet conservatione et diuturnitate, non immutatione foliorum."-St. Ambrose, Hexaemeron, iii. 71.
Why of all the woodland treasure,
Holy Palm, art thou preferred,
When the voice of praise is heard,
Why before our Saviour borne ?
Is it for thy verdure, brightest
In the zone of colours bright ?
Or that with aërial height
Like courageous mountain maid,
Is it that in antique story
Conquerors own’d thee for their meed ?
Nay, thine honours are decreed
Wearing thy first leafy crown,
Pines may tower, and laurels flourish
Deathless green is only thine ;
Type of hearts which airs divine
Hearts on whose pure virgin wreath
“ Ye also as lively stones, are built up, a spiritual House.” “I will make thy seed as the dust of the Earth.”
“What is the Church, and what am I? A world, to one poor sandy grain, A waste of sea and sky
To one frail drop of rain.
66 What boots one feeble infant tone
Are chanting, morn and even ?"
Nay, the kind Watchers hearkening there
Upon the faltering tongue.