. The Briar patch . ansgression. ^^hen the heavens are stripped and l)areThat we seek in them a hiding From the guns unwinking nought to Thy doing. Enwrapped in no cloaking lies,May we look on our own creation With waslied and anointed eves. Rises a red hand, turning. For each mans heart to glare of a great magneto On an old illumined we cried in the churches: Peace in our time, O Lord!Ever, with gripping fingers. We chnin; to the hilt of a sword. Christ, that we made of lilies And the scent of a young girls see Thee now in terror. Who went hand-i

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. The Briar patch . ansgression. ^^hen the heavens are stripped and l)areThat we seek in them a hiding From the guns unwinking nought to Thy doing. Enwrapped in no cloaking lies,May we look on our own creation With waslied and anointed eves. Rises a red hand, turning. For each mans heart to glare of a great magneto On an old illumined we cried in the churches: Peace in our time, O Lord!Ever, with gripping fingers. We chnin; to the hilt of a sword. Christ, that we made of lilies And the scent of a young girls see Thee now in terror. Who went hand-in-glove with we seek for the greater. Who was not let to the least :Can we Him now for the burial. Wlio was not bid to the feast? Rather than hide His altar With tlie draping battle the gilt of our fine embroidery. That is dropping to tinselled to leave it barren. Till a houselled and shriven fewReturn from the dread confession To garnish and sweep it anew. 133 * • * * Rl! .1. i 4

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