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THE CHILD like mustard-seed / Rolls out of the husk of death / Into the woman's fertile, fathomless lap.
Look, it has taken root! / See how it flourisheth. / See how it rises with magical, rosy sap!
As for our faith, it was there / When we did not know, did not care; / It fell from our husk like a little, hasty seed.
Sing, it is all we need. / Sing, for the little weed / Will flourish its branches in heaven when we slumber beneath.