The Happy Tree
There was a bright and happy tree;
The wind with music laced its boughs;
Thither across the homeless seas
Came singing birds to house.
Men grudged the tree its happy eves,
Its happy dawns of eager sound;
So that all crown and tower of leaves
They leveled with the ground.
They made an upright of the stem,
A cross-piece of a bough they made;
No shadow of their deed on them
Their fallen branches laid.
But blithely, since the year was young,
When they a fitting hill did find,
There on the happy tree they hung
The Saviour of mankind.
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Gerald Gould (1885-1936)
from The Happy Tree, and other poems, 1919
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Gerald Gould biography
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