Under the Redwood Trees 



REDWOOD TREES 



Under the redwood trees 



I hear the ages sing 

 Of battles lost and scepters seized 



From many a crownless king. 



Under the redwood trees 

 I see the smiles and tears 



The panoramas of mankind 

 With all their faiths and fears. 



Under the redwood trees 



Old Pilgrim Years have trod 



Their patient pathway long and steep 

 To find the Face of God. 

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