 | A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." |  |
There was no story told that night,
Not because Lil's new found delight
Demanded leisure undisturbed,
For 'twould have any how been curbed
By Mr Forte's religiousness.
He did not his religion press
At point of bayonet down one's throat
And did not quit his path to note
Irregularities, which he,
Walking straight forward, would not see.
But when it came to yes or no
He never doubted what to do.
He was a man who served his Lord
In deed, in thought, in will, in word,
But held that ‘practice’ and not ‘preach’
Was the true Christian way to teach.
Not because Lil's new found delight
Demanded leisure undisturbed,
For 'twould have any how been curbed
By Mr Forte's religiousness.
He did not his religion press
At point of bayonet down one's throat
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Irregularities, which he,
Walking straight forward, would not see.
But when it came to yes or no
He never doubted what to do.
He was a man who served his Lord
In deed, in thought, in will, in word,
But held that ‘practice’ and not ‘preach’
Was the true Christian way to teach.
| A Summer Christmas and a Sonnet upon The S.S. "Ballaarat." | |