WE went a-begging for a nobler creed, We craved the living bread and wine of thought, That Eucharist which is not sold or bought, But freely given; yet, did any heed, 'Twas but to offer pence, or bid us feed From empty sacramental vessels, wrought Of gold or brass; we spent our prayers for nought, Faint and athirst with spiritual need. Then some brought grapes, and some brought corn and yeast, Plenteous and good; yet still we murmured, "Give! This is scant fare when thirst and hunger cry: Teach us to change our garner to a feast, Preparing food by which the mind may live, Perennial loaves, and flagons never dry." |