To My Brother, the Tree upon My Plain

Music: Let Now the Harp. Sequenced by Barry Taylor.

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To my brother, the tree upon my plain, Open and upright, of love and sunshine made, My landmark, my windbreak, my shelter from the rain: You gather my longings into your dappled shade. Before I spoke, you commandeered my tongue; Remnants of that lordship linger still. On your expression all my heaven hung; The least of what you wanted was my will. However much may change, this love remains, Even as new faces new days fill, Rich in yearning, as when we were young.