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Andromeda, and Other Poems/A Parable from Liebig

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3979164Andromeda, and Other Poems — A Parable from LiebigCharles Kingsley
A PARABLE FROM LIEBIG

i.
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.'

ii.
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.'