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Lucy Maud Montgomery - Unrecorded
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I like to think of the many words 
The Master in his early days 
Must have spoken to them of Nazareth­
Words not freighted with life and death, 
Piercing through soul and heart like swords. 
But gracious greeting and grateful phrase, 
The simple speech 
That plain folk utter each to each. 

Ere over him too darkly lay 
The prophet shadow of Calvary, 
I think he talked in very truth 
With the innocent gayety of youth, 
Laughing upon some festal day, 
Gently, with sinless boyhood`s glee. 

I think if he had ever said 
To a mother apart, 
Cradling her baby`s shining head, 
"Thy man-child is strong of limb and heart," 
She must have been from that gladsome day 
Thrilled with enduring pride alway, 
Fearless of any future dread, 
Knowing the son upon her knee 
Worthy her pain and love would be. 

Or if by the dusty wayside well, 
From the glare and heat 
Of the burning noon a wayfarer sought 
A moment`s rest where the palm shade fell, 
And he said to him, "The day is hot, 
And your road is rough for wandering feet,"
Then I think on his way the pilgrim went 
As one who has shared in a sacrament, 
Feeling no longer on him press 
The burden of his weariness. 

If he said to a maid, "The sunset lies 
Redly on Nazareth hills to-night," 
Each sunset of her life would bring 
A benedictive memory 
Of his haunting face and holy eyes; 
Or if to a bridegroom thus in spring, 
"The wife of thy youth is fair and wise," 
So would she ever have seemed to be 
In her husband`s sight. 

If he but bade a passing guest 
His meal to share, 
Would not the one so honored deem 
Himself of all most highly blessed, 
The food he ate heaven`s manna rare?
Or when he to a friend addressed 
A word of thanks for service done, 
Or homely, familiar favor, none 
Of richer recompense could dream. 

No evangelist`s golden pen 
Wrote them for us­
The words of the Master to those he might meet 
By the carpenter`s bench or in Nazareth street­
But in them I think there well might be­
It is surely sweet to fancy thus­
All of the benediction for men 
All of the tender humanity, 
That leaven the words of his later age 
On the holy page.
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