The Germ: Thoughts towards Nature in Poetry, Literature and Art

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Mary had an

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oved him: Mary

lood, and, by h

od was with her

the work ap

him with un

call her mother

name of son.

, and feared not

acred that h

other women,

innocence a

treasured

secret of his b

tion, as the c

in stature w

ers wondered,

s claim in our

God; but Mar

nto reverence

herself? I' t

ay, on him she

ly heard her pra

a prophet?

Galilee no p

ildren made the

es that over

side eastwar

e a sheltering

llow, verdure

er built up ag

ow of slopin

ow streams, th

rocks, and cut

nnels widenin

mblest of the

is wife Mary, a

le and a mo

soms, on their

gable warme

vine broaden

tendrils shelte

n the bloom o

reathed shadows

spreads from

rble Altar

Tabernacle, w

the blossoms

e climbing ab

ate their win

ch, and part co

se-housed sparro

d a little do

able-window a

e turtle doves

insman Zachar

tly; and brok

ng sound of

e to pass, on

first brought he

un. It was h

sted it through

stinct till it

rsed it with a

and watched the

ther, till it

ood outside i

ings let loose a

near, the old

to tempt it

feed from Jesus'

from below.

rt, and, stretch

vine-leaves as i

k rose from a t

air, and poised

e, whose quiveri

unken talon

ixed his round

the stained down,

d wings, and, d

here sullenly d

d the mother's

istant sob of s

rror runs fro

e of all; so

-stricken, beat

n the vine, she

ffled feathers

her loss, an

ough th

by her, cover

d, alone bet

ed with its s

or a moment

ps of rain fe

roken hints of

oding of som

rden near, a f

a handful of

lap she sor

ildren do at

mly when their

vered face she

d the flowers, an

soothing words

s eyes spo

down his face,

und. That sad l

sleep, and sleep