A HYMN FOR THE FEAST OF THE HOLY FAMILY
Tchaikowsky's Legend of the Crown of Roses
1.
When Jesus Christ was yet a child,
He
had a garden small and wild,
Wherein
He cherished roses fair,
And
wove them into garlands there.
2.
Now once, as summer time drew nigh,
There
came a troop of children by,
And
seeing roses on the tree,
With
shouts they pluck'd them merrily.
3.
“Do you bind roses in your hair?”
They
cried, in scorn, to Jesus there.
The
Boy said humbly: “Take, I pray,
All
but the naked thorns away.”
4.
Then of the thorns they made a crown,
And
with rough fingers press'd it down,
Till
on his forehead fair and young,
Red
drops of blood, like roses sprung.
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