"The rich have built all the churches And the poor must pray," Said the beggar stopping at the crossroads way. 5 "How thin and wiry the rich must be To pass the portals of eternity!" Stumping in the dust with a backwards lurch. I am still astonished, like an aged see, 10 And like a monk in his cloisters brood upon Love's sensual mystery. I have been at my serious play An hour and a day. 15 The wind must break its teeth upon All I say!
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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