The Crown of Roses
From The Russian, without named attribution of translation from Hutchins.
Shaw and Percy Dearmer give translation credit to Geoffrey Dearmer
Jesus Christ was yet a child,
He had a garden small and wild,
Wherein He cherished roses fair,
And wove them into garlands there.
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.
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.”
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.
Music by P. Tschaikowsky from Rev. Charles L. Hutchins, Carols Old and Carols
(Boston: Parish Choir, 1916), Carol 575
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Sheet Music by P. Tschaikowsky from Martin Shaw and Percy Dearmer, The English Carol Book, First Series (London: A. R. Mowbray & Co., Ltd., 1913), Carol #21