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tibe Selbome Society’s flDaoasine. 
No. 48. DECEMBER, 1893. Vol. IV. 
A CHRISTMAS GREETING. 
“ If God so clothe the Grass ...” 
A BLADE of Grass 
This Christmas-tide I send to thee ; 
A greeting shall it bear, for me. 
This slender blade. It seems to be 
Not much, perchance, to prize or see ; 
Speechless, yet speaks it powerfully — 
A blade of Grass. 
A blade of Grass. 
Though fiercely winds of winter blew. 
And later frosts in silence slew 
The flowers that in the meadows grew, 
I found unharmed in form or hue, 
’Mid withered leaves, for me — for you 
This blade of Grass. 
A blade of Grass. 
May not my tiny emblem show. 
That in the sunshine or the snow. 
It ever looks to Heaven, as though 
Its source of Life it sought to know. 
And thitherw'ard it strives to grow. 
This blade of Grass. 
A blade of Grass. 
God clothed it thus in tender green. 
And mantled Earth in living sheen. 
This vestment thread, this Christmas E’en, 
Conveys to thee no message mean. 
’Tis this — “ Thou’rt more to God, I ween. 
Than blades of Grass.” 
Edmund J. Baillie. 
