Religion
A Parable from Liebig
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Religion
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.'
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MLA
Kingsley, Charles. “A Parable from Liebig.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/kingsley/19/.
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Kingsley, Charles. “A Parable from Liebig.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/kingsley/19/.
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