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This is what the Snowdrop said
To the Crocus in the bed
Near the old green potting-shed:
Shall we, in our simple way,
Show the Peoples how to pray
For Christian Peace from day to day?
To the Crocus in the bed
Near the old green potting-shed:
Shall we, in our simple way,
Show the Peoples how to pray
For Christian Peace from day to day?
Near the old green potting-shed,
This is what the Crocus said
To the Snowdrop in the bed:
Empty dreaming. While we stay
Do not fret our holiday.
As Man's a slayer, let him slay.
This is what the Crocus said
To the Snowdrop in the bed:
Empty dreaming. While we stay
Do not fret our holiday.
As Man's a slayer, let him slay.
But the Snowdrop, thus denied
When her bosom-friend replied,
Breathing very quickly, cried:
Little temples would be wrong
Not to call the Fierce and Strong
To Matins and to Evensong.
When her bosom-friend replied,
Breathing very quickly, cried:
Little temples would be wrong
Not to call the Fierce and Strong
To Matins and to Evensong.
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Thereupon the Crocus, led
Suddenly to Mercy, said,
Bending down his conquered head:
Neighbour, have your gentle way.
Plead with God for Man, and say
That I, His Crocus, also pray.
Suddenly to Mercy, said,
Bending down his conquered head:
Neighbour, have your gentle way.
Plead with God for Man, and say
That I, His Crocus, also pray.
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