Blessed be my branches’ shadows,
they ‘byed the Infant sleeping on the grass.
Blessed be my roots:
weaving the Boy a fine cradle,
they hovered Him just above Hell.
Yes, bring on the beautiful saw—
I will it. Dead
I will live forever.
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