J.D.C. Pellow
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- Between the erect and solemn trees
- I will go down upon my knees;
- I shall not find this day
- So meet a place to pray.
- Haply the beauty of this place
- May work in me an answering grace,
- The stillness of the air
- Be echoed in my prayer.
- The worshipping trees arise and run,
- With never a swerve, towards the sun;
- So may my soul's desire
- Turn to its central fire.
- With single aim they seek the light,
- And scarce a twig in all their height
- Breaks out until the head
- In glory is outspread.
- How strong each pillared trunk; the bark
- That covers them, how smooth; and hark,
- The sweet and gentle voice
- With which the leaves rejoice!
- May a like strength and sweetness fill
- Desire, and thought, and steadfast will,
- When I remember these
- Fair sacremental trees!
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