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IV. YEWBERRIES ON THE SNOW.
I stood beneath a mighty yewtree's shade,Which spread its circling branches o'er the snow:
Myriads of scattered rubies lay below,
And rosy spangles on the whiteness made.
Nature, with frosty fingers, had arrayed
The earth in beauty which Art could not show—
A dazzling robe of intermingled glow,
Fair to behold, but soon, alas! to fade.
Then of a fairer fadeless robe I thought,
In which the red gives lustre to the white,
By loving hands of Grace Incarnate wrought:
His innocence is as the groundwork bright,
The rubies must on Calvary be sought—
Blest wedding garment of the sons of light!
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