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Text: | The Sycamore Bough |
Author: | Thomas MacKellar |
Tune: | [Upon an ancient sycamore] |
Composer: | Frank L. Armstrong |
1 Upon an ancient sycamore
A sturdy bough there grew,
And foster’d myriads of leaves
That hid itself from view.
When winter came with angry breath,
The bough was brown and bare;
Gone were the summer-hearted leaves
That once were nurtured there.
2 Thus with vain man. In summer days
The world around him clings;
It guiles his heart and o’er his faults
A leafy mantle flings;
It blinds him, till the bitter day
Of pain and death comes on;
And leaves him, then, to bear his woes
Unaided and alone.
3 Not so the lowly man who walks
The path the Jesus trod,
Who daily learns to die; whose “life
Is hid with Christ in God.”
The world between his soul and God
Can never intervene;
In joy or sorrow, life or death,
His hope is ever green.
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First Line: | Upon an ancient sycamore |
Title: | The Sycamore Bough |
Author: | Thomas MacKellar |
Publication Date: | 1889 |
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Name: | [Upon an ancient sycamore] |
Composer: | Frank L. Armstrong |
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