Hoskyns-Abrahall Hoskyns-Abrahall

Hoskyns-Abrahall Hoskyns-Abrahall

Bearing His cross, while Christ passed forth forlorn,
His God-like forehead by the mock crown torn,
A little bird took from that crown one thorn.
To soothe the dear Redeemer's throbbing head,
That bird did what she could; His blood, 'tis said,
Down dropping, dyed her tender bosom red.
Since then no wanton boy disturbs her nest;
Weasel nor wild cat will her young molest;
All sacred deem the bird of ruddy breasMore Hoskyns-Abrahall Hoskyns-Abrahall quotes [03/29/2018 05:03:36]

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