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TREES AND OTHER POEMS

DELICATESSEN (continued) The scene shall never fit the deed.

Grotesquely wonders come to pass.

The fool shall mount an Arab steed

And Jesus ride upon an ass.

This man has home and child and wife

And battle set for every day.

This man has God and love and life;

These stand, all else shall pass away.

O Carpenter of Nazareth,

Whose mother was a village maid,

Shall we, Thy children, blow our breath

In scorn on any humble trade?

Have pity on our foolishness

And give us eyes, that we may see

Beneath the shopman's clumsy dress

The splendor of humanity! [ 28 ]