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THE summer dawn came over-soon, / The earth was like hot iron at noon / In Nazareth; / There fell no rain to ease the heat, / And dusk drew on with tired feet / And stifled breath.
The shop was low and hot and square, / And fresh-cut wood made sharp the air, / While all day long / The saw went tearing thru the oak / That moaned as tho' the tree's heart broke / Beneath its wrong.