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Angelina Weld Grimké

Boston, Massachusetts
Angelina Weld Grimké
Boston, Massachusetts
Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Trees

God made them very beautiful, the trees:
He spoke and gnarled of bole or silken sleek
They grew; majestic bowed or very meek;
Huge-bodied, slim; sedate and full of glees.
And He had pleasure deep in all of these.
And to them soft and little tongues to speak
Of Him to us, He gave wherefore they seek
From dawn to dawn to bring unto our knees.
Yet here amid the wistful sounds of leaves,
A black-hued gruesome something swings and swings;
Laughter it knew and joy in little things
Till man's hate ended all. -And so man weaves.
And God, how slow, how very slow weaves He—
Was Christ Himself not nailed to a tree?
Angelina Weld Grimké
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