| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | ||
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[Old Bishop Ivo met one day]
Old Bishop Ivo met one day,
As he went up and down the lands,
A stern, sad woman on her way,
With fire and water in her hands;
In this hand water, that hand fire,
And she was filled with holy ire.
As he went up and down the lands,
A stern, sad woman on her way,
With fire and water in her hands;
In this hand water, that hand fire,
And she was filled with holy ire.
“What mean those symbols, Mother, tell?
And whither go you?” She replies:
“To quench with this the flames of Hell,
With this to burn up Paradise.
Fear, hope must nevermore be known,
But man serve God through love alone.”
And whither go you?” She replies:
“To quench with this the flames of Hell,
With this to burn up Paradise.
Fear, hope must nevermore be known,
But man serve God through love alone.”
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | ||