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Mystic Trees

by Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper]

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MY INTERCESSORS

He filleth his home with her;
He waiteth her every breath:
And looking down on him she saith,
“It is sweeter now than at Nazareth.”
She filleth her eye with him:
She is parted from her Son,
Who is hers ere the world begun—
And lo, all the will of the Lord is done!
They stand by the door at night,
Till the far-spent day be gone,
For they cease not to think upon
One thought day and night in the home of John.
These twain, my Intercessors!
And one is the Lord's delight;
And the other one is dight
In the Wisdom of the Infinite.
Sometimes, when she blesses him,
Sometimes, when he prays to her,
In their compassion, they confer
Of a life on the sorrowful earth astir.
And they plead for me upon
The stony steps of the house of John.