OUTCAST, a horror to his kind,
At night he to the forest fled.
There, the birch-bark made fire for him,
The brown fern made a bed.
The river murmured lullaby,
The moisty mosses breathed of balm,
The clean stars carried light to him,
Unterrified and calm.
Aye, as they would have served a saint
Freely all served the guilty guest.
They only saw their Father’s son,
And brought their brother rest.
The river murmured lullaby, The moisty mosses breathed of balm, The clean stars carried light to him, Unterrified and calm..the y saw the Father's son. a fine poem. tony
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They only saw their Father’s son, And brought their brother rest. /// imaginatively written; there the Father's Son- The Holy Spirit