Poem May 25, 1935 Issue

Fisherman's Song

MARION SUSAN CAMPBELL

I never thought I would have to throw
My nets on a shifting sea;
The days were as calm as the seaweed pools
When first he called to me.

But they tried to slay him upon a hill;
Oh! I never thought they would covet
An unknown thief to be freed that day,
Instead of our best Beloved!

The Marys they made them spices sweet
And early rose adoring,
But the flower they sought had blossomed forth
Like an apple bough at morning.

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