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Poem by John Townsend Trowbridge


Nativity


THISTLE and serpent we exterminate,
Yet blame them not; and righteously abhor
The crimes of men with all their kind at war,
Whom we may stay or slay, but not in hate.
By blood and brain we are predestinate
Each to his course; and unawares therefor
The heart's blind wish and inmost counselor
Makes times and tides; for man is his own fate.
Nativity is horoscope and star!
One innocent egg incloses song and wings;
One, deadly fangs and rattles set to warn.
Our days, our deeds, all we achieve or are,
Lay folded in our infancy; the things
Of good or ill we choose while yet unborn.



John Townsend Trowbridge


John Townsend Trowbridge's other poems:
  1. The Pewee
  2. Old Man Gram
  3. Dorothy in the Garret
  4. The Old Burying-Ground
  5. Providence


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