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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GOD'S FOOL, by CELIA DUFFIN First Line: He stumbles down the village street Last Line: Hath trod the road to calvary. | |||
He stumbles down the village street. They crook Their fingers as he passes by, And follow with disdainful eye, His queer ungainly form and uncouth look. An, men, your petty scorning spare, He hath a greater cross to bear! A woman turns from scoffing with the rest To hush the little child that clings, Affrighted, to her apron strings, Or hides a little soft head on her breast. Women, he too was fair of limb, And once a mother prayed for him! Ragged and queer and old, he comes alone, But sometimes, with mysterious smile, He mutters to himself the while, Or stops to hold strange converse with a stone. Ah, men, beware, lest you should curse The Master of the universe. He claims acquaintance with a leaf wind-blown, Or bids good morrow to a toad; So, far adown the dusty road He stumbles forward into the unknown. Have pity on his passing. He Hath trod the road to Calvary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...L.E.L.'S LAST QUESTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LONG CHERISHED GRIEF by MIRIAM BARRANGER THINK-ABOUTS by DAISY MAUD BELLIS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT FINITE AND INFINITE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE BUSTS OF GOETHE AND SCHILLER IN WALHALLA by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |
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