A Parable From Liebig

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Title:     A Parable From Liebig
Author: Charles Kingsley [More Titles by Kingsley]

The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing
On the stump of a rotting old tree;
'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old,
And the world is nigh ready for me.'

The bells went on ringing, a spirit came singing,
And smiled as he crumbled the tree;
'Yon wood does but perish new seedlings to cherish,
And the world is too live yet for thee.'

Eversley, 1848.

[The end]
Charles Kingsley's poem: Parable From Liebig

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