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Posted by Kindred Spirit at 12:52 AM
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Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn,
His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn,
A little bird took from that crown one thorn.
To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head,
That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis said,
Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red.
Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest;
Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest;
All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breast.
--from The Redbreast--A Breton Legend, in "English Lyrics"
Posted by Kindred Spirit at 1:16 AM