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I have heard a friar say	A
That the Olive learned to pray	A
In Gethsemane	B
A holy man was he	C
Jacopo by name	D
All upon his bended knees	E
From Jerusalem	F
He crossed Kedron brook	G
And to the garden came	D
Of Gethsemane	B
And the very olive trees	E
Are there to this day	A
And I would have you know	B
For I loved to hear him speak	H
Good Friar Jacopo	I
That on an Easter week	H
In the time long ago	B
Of bloody Pilate 'King of Rome '	J
Lord Jesus	K
To the garden gate did come	F
Of Gethsemane	B
And as He came at the dear look	G
O' the Lord a sudden shudder shook	G
The wood and wooden moans and groans	L
Allowed the silence of the stones	L
The stones that next day as 'tis said	M
Oped their mouths and spake the dead	M
And when He bent His sacred knees	E
The shame of limbs that could not bend	N
Suppled every bough's end	N
To a lythe	O
And pliant wythe	O
But ere He spake a silent stood	P
Every tree in all the wood	P
And the silence began to fill	Q
Inly as the ears with blood	R
When the outer world is still	Q
And when He spake at the first	S
'Let this cup' did somewhat swell	T
Every twig and tip asunder	U
Like the silence in the head	M
When the veins are nigh to burst	S
And at the second was nothing seer	V
To stir but all the swollen green	B
Blackened as a cloud with thunder	U
But in the final agony	B
When His anguish brake its bands	W
And the bloody sweat down fell	T
At the third 'Let this cup'	I
As He lifted up His hands	W
Black drops fell from every tree	B
And all the forest lifted up	I
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The Lord went to Calvary	B
Well perhaps for you and me	B
Brother who being men are fain	B
To profit by the blessed loss	X
That quivers overhead while we	B
At the foot of the cross mast	Y
With the hereditary face	Z
Reckon up our selfish gain	B
Rend his sacred weeds and cast	Y
Lots for the vesture of His grace	Z
Aye at the dabbled foot of the Cross	X
While that dear blood doth flow	B
The Olive cannot chaffer so	B
Not being a man altho'	O
Since the pallors of that hour	U
It hath kept a human power	U
And is not quite a tree	B
Now and then	B
Round the unbelief of men	B
It lifts up praying hands	W
Because it is so much a tree	B
And cannot tell its tale	A2
Nor reach	B2
To clear its knowledge into speech	B2
And whether on that awful day	A
In Gethsemane	B
There was wind	C2
Or whether because day and night	D2
And day again all winds that blew	E2
From the City on the height	D2
Shuddered with the things they knew	E2
I know not but you shall find	C2
An Almighty Memory	B
That yearly grows and flowers and fruits	F2
And strikes the blindness of its roots	F2
And suckers forth but howsoe'er	B
It blindly beat itself beyond	G2
Its planted first can do no more	B
Than stretch the measure of its bond	G2
And shape as it had shaped before	B
The arborous passion that can ne'er	B
Be paroled into shriving air	B
Sicken in the leafy blood	R
And turn it deadly pale	A2
And as when a strong malady	B
Of tertian and quatertian pain	B
Turning the cause whence it began	B
Into the woe of man	B
By loops and conduits else too fine	B
For an incarnadine	B
Hath shaken shaken it from the body into space	Z
When life and health again co reign	B
And all youth's rosy cheer	B
Tunes every nerve and summers every vein	B
Some crucial habit of the brain	B
Sudden repeats the unforgotten throe	B

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