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I saw the Christ down from His cross	A
A tragic man lean limbed and tall	B
But weighed with suffering and loss	A
His back was to a broken wall	B
And out upon the tameless world	C
Was fixed His gaze His piercing eye	D
Beheld the towns to ruin hurled	C
And saw the storm of death pass by	D
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Two thousand years it was since first	E
He offered to the race of men	F
His sovran boon As one accurst	E
They nailed Him to the jibbet then	F
And while they mocked Him for their mirth	G
He smiled and from the hill of pain	H
To all the hating tribes of earth	G
Held forth His wondrous gift again	F
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To day the thorns were on His brow	I
His grief was deeper than before	J
From ravaged field and city now	I
Arose the screams and reek of war	J
The black smoke parted Through the rift	E
God's sun fell on the b oody lands	K
Christ wept for still His priceless gift	E
He held within His wounded hands	K
Xxxx	K
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The Living Picture	L
He rode along one splendid noon	M
When all the hills were lit with Spring	N
And through the bushland throbbed a croon	M
Of every living hopeful thing	N
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Between his teeth a rose he bore	J
As white as milk and passing there	O
He tossed it with a laugh I wore	J
It as it fell among my hair	O
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No day a drip with golden rain	H
No heat with drench of wattle scent	E
Can touch the heart of me again	F
But with that young sweet wonder blent	E
	-
We wed upon a gusty day	E
When baffled fury whipped the sea	K
And now I love the swift wet play	E
Of wind and rain besetting me	K
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I took white roses in my hand	E
A white rose on my forehead shone	P
For we had come to understand	E
White roses bloomed for us alone	P
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When scarce a year had gone he sped	E
To fight the wars With eyes grown grim	Q
He kissed my lips and whispering said	E
The world we must keep sweet for him	Q
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He wrote of war the soldier's life	R
'Tis hard my dearest but be brave	S
I did not make my love my wife	R
To be the mother of a slave	S
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My babe was born a boy He had	E
His father's eyes his smile his hair	O
And oh my soul was brimming glad	E
It seemed his father's self was there	O
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But now came one who bade me still	T
In holy Heaven put my trust	E
They'd laid my love beneath the hill	T
And sealed his eyes with timeless dust	E
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Against my breast the babe I drew	U
With strength from him to stay my fears	K
I fought my fight the long days through	U
He laughed and dabbled in my tears	K
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From my poor heart at which it fed	E
With tiger teeth I thrust despair	O
And faced a world with shadow spread	E
And only echoes in the air	O
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The winter waned One eve I went	E
Led by a kindly hand to see	K
In moving scenes the churches rent	E
The tumbled hill the blasted lee	K
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Of soldiers resting by the road	E
Who smoked and drowsed a muddy rout	E
One sprang alert and forward strode	E
With eager eyes to seek us out	E
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His fingers held a rose He threw	U
The flower and waved his cap In me	K
A frenzy of assurance grew	U
For O dear God 'twas he 'twas he	K
	-
I called aloud Aloft my child	E
I held and nearer yet he came	V
And when he understood and smiled	E
My baby lisped his father's name	V
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They say I fell like something dead	E
But when I woke to morning's glow	W
My boy sat by me on the bed	E
And in his hand a rose of snow	W

Edward George Dyson

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