The Clans ness of cypress and cedar. The grass-blades 

 of the p^ a ]} t ne i r green lips into one breath, and 

 sighed Peace, Brother ! Christ smiled in His 

 sorrow, and said, Peace to you for ever. But 

 here and there among the grasses, as here 

 and there among the trees, and as here and 

 there among the husht birds, were those who 

 doubted, saying, ' It is but a man who lies 

 here. His sorrow is not our sorrow.' Christ 

 looked at them, and they were shaken with 

 the grief of all grief and the sorrow of all 

 sorrow. And that is why to this day the 

 quaking-grass and the aspen are forever a- 

 tremble, and why the wagtail has no rest but 

 quivers along the earth like a dancing shadow. 

 But to those mosses of Gethsemane which 

 did not give out the sympathy of their kin 

 among the roots of cedar and oak, and to the 

 cuckoo who rang from her nest a low chime of 

 A IV s well ! A IV s well ! Christ's sorrowful eyes 

 when He rose at dawn could not be endured. 

 So the cuckoo rose and flew away across the 

 Hill of Calvary, ringing through the morning 

 twilight the bells of sorrow, and from that day 

 was homeless and without power anywhere 

 to make a home of her own. As for the 

 mosses that had refused love, they wandered 

 away to desolate places and hung out forlorn 

 flags of orange-red and pale-yellow and faded- 



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