 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Standing on one, and now on other foot;
Casting grass up, to know how stands winds breath;
They, impatient, Cædmon wait. Who gone apart:
That godly father wrestleth, naming Christ,
With Heaven! He supplicates, for his Land and hearth;
Lifting his prayer-wont hands, in humble faith.
Casting grass up, to know how stands winds breath;
They, impatient, Cædmon wait. Who gone apart:
That godly father wrestleth, naming Christ,
With Heaven! He supplicates, for his Land and hearth;
Lifting his prayer-wont hands, in humble faith.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |