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THE BABIES' MYSTERY PLAY
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 | Michael Villiers, Idealist |  |
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THE BABIES' MYSTERY PLAY
The children talked, and one who would not grieve
Their little hearts by laughing look or nod,
They being in right earnest, softly trod,
And listened, deeming they did aptly weave
Some great new game. ‘You shall be Adam and Eve,’
Said Charley, ‘You shall kneel, and I'll be God,
And frown on you, and lift my angry rod,
And tell you both my Eden bower to leave.’
Their little hearts by laughing look or nod,
They being in right earnest, softly trod,
And listened, deeming they did aptly weave
Some great new game. ‘You shall be Adam and Eve,’
Said Charley, ‘You shall kneel, and I'll be God,
And frown on you, and lift my angry rod,
And tell you both my Eden bower to leave.’
And Muriel answered, eager of voice and soul,
‘No, you be Adam and Eve, and God I'll be!’
But Charley would not take the lesser rôle;
Each would be God,—and what a God! Ah me,
We grown-up folk fight too for high control,
And play at being God continually.
‘No, you be Adam and Eve, and God I'll be!’
But Charley would not take the lesser rôle;
Each would be God,—and what a God! Ah me,
We grown-up folk fight too for high control,
And play at being God continually.
| Michael Villiers, Idealist | |