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THE LEGEND OF THE CROSSBILL.
FROM THE GERMAN OF JULIUS MOSEN.
On the cross the dying Saviour
Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,
Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling
In his pierced and bleeding palm.
Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,
Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling
In his pierced and bleeding palm.
And by all the world forsaken,
Sees he how with zealous care
At the ruthless nail of iron
A little bird is striving there.
Sees he how with zealous care
At the ruthless nail of iron
A little bird is striving there.
