AFTER THE FASHION OF NEED
Now rhyme a riddle as fit as a fiddle,—And a fiddle is fit indeed,—And let it be gay and let it be sad,And let it be good and let it be bad,After the fashion of need.
Tell me a story of war-time glory;Let it ring with martial deed;And let it be brief and let it be long,And let it be weak and let it be strong,In the way that life hath need.
Tell me a story of life, red with the blood of strife,—The color of blood indeed;To do and to dare and be brave with prayer,To live and to love and to take much care,Even as life hath need.
Now rhyme me a riddle as fit as a fiddle,—And a fiddle is fit indeed,—
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