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THE BLADE OF GRASS.
“A sword shall go through thine own heart.”
—Prophecy of Zacharias.
Oh! little blade of grass,
A little sword thou art,
That in thy haste to pass
Hast pierced thy mother's heart!
A little sword thou art,
That in thy haste to pass
Hast pierced thy mother's heart!
Oh! little blade of grass,
A little tongue thou art
Of cleaving flame,—alas!
Thou hast cleft thy mother's heart.
A little tongue thou art
Of cleaving flame,—alas!
Thou hast cleft thy mother's heart.
Oh! little blade, upcurled
Leaf, sword, or fiery dart,
To win thy Father's world
Thou must break thy mother's heart!
Leaf, sword, or fiery dart,
To win thy Father's world
Thou must break thy mother's heart!
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