THE GREAT MINSTER
MY friend has a Chapel with incense spiced,
A shrine and an altar fit,
But I kneel at the feet of the carven Christ,
And I cannot pray a bit.
At another altar I make my prayer,
At the foot of a living tree,
In God's Great Minster, the open air,
With Heaven spread over me.
FRIENDSHIP
MY life is very free from private cares,
But friends a-many
Divide with me their sorrows and despairs,
To the last penny!
Poor friends, confiding and unhappy ones,
I crave your pardon,
But need you always range your skeletons
About my garden?
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