| Show I OUTCAST I IBy By Herbert Kaufman THE Hl paint she wears she wears for her badge of tra trade tradeL e L is trot not so red as the you laid On her soul with your awful knout of scorn Hers too the cross and the crown of thorn For Mary Magdala still you jou mourn I But the Magdalen living Jiving outcast forlorn 1 Must dwell in the Darkness Without a Dawn Da 11 I All hope of mans man's gentle gentte mercy gone r And with never a Star to proclaim the birth Of a Pity to lift her he from the earth Copyright 1916 by Herbert Kaufman n. n Great Britain and all other othel rights reserved |