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On The Just And The Unjust
(16 January 1870 - 20 August 1958 / Putney / Surrey)

On The Just And The Unjust

OUTCAST, a horror to his kind,
At night he to the forest fled.
There, the birch-bark made fire for him,
The brown fern made a bed.

The river murmured lullaby,
The moisty mosses breathed of balm,
The clean stars carried light to him,
Unterrified and calm.

Aye, as they would have served a saint
Freely all served the guilty guest.
They only saw their Father’s son,
And brought their brother rest.

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The river murmured lullaby, The moisty mosses breathed of balm, The clean stars carried light to him, Unterrified and calm..the y saw the Father's son. a fine poem. tony