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I like to think of the many words	A
The Master in his early days	B
Must have spoken to them of Nazareth	C
Words not freighted with life and death	D
Piercing through soul and heart like swords	E
But gracious greeting and grateful phrase	B
The simple speech	F
That plain folk utter each to each	F
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Ere over him too darkly lay	G
The prophet shadow of Calvary	H
I think he talked in very truth	I
With the innocent gayety of youth	I
Laughing upon some festal day	G
Gently with sinless boyhood's glee	H
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I think if he had ever said	J
To a mother apart	K
Cradling her baby's shining head	J
Thy man child is strong of limb and heart	K
She must have been from that gladsome day	G
Thrilled with enduring pride alway	L
Fearless of any future dread	J
Knowing the son upon her knee	H
Worthy her pain and love would be	H
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Or if by the dusty wayside well	M
From the glare and heat	N
Of the burning noon a wayfarer sought	O
A moment's rest where the palm shade fell	M
And he said to him The day is hot	P
And your road is rough for wandering feet	N
Then I think on his way the pilgrim went	Q
As one who has shared in a sacrament	R
Feeling no longer on him press	S
The burden of his weariness	T
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If he said to a maid The sunset lies	U
Redly on Nazareth hills to night	V
Each sunset of her life would bring	W
A benedictive memory	H
Of his haunting face and holy eyes	U
Or if to a bridegroom thus in spring	W
The wife of thy youth is fair and wise	U
So would she ever have seemed to be	H
In her husband's sight	V
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If he but bade a passing guest	X
His meal to share	Y
Would not the one so honored deem	Z
Himself of all most highly blessed	X
The food he ate heaven's manna rare	Y
Or when he to a friend addressed	X
A word of thanks for service done	A2
Or homely familiar favor none	A2
Of richer recompense could dream	Z
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No evangelist's golden pen	B2
Wrote them for us	T
The words of the Master to those he might meet	N
By the carpenter's bench or in Nazareth street	N
But in them I think there well might be	H
It is surely sweet to fancy thus	T
All of the benediction for men	B2
All of the tender humanity	H
That leaven the words of his later age	C2
On the holy page	C2

Lucy Maud Montgomery

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