Part 5 (2/2)

n.o.body came to service Though Eddi rang the bell.

'Wicked weather for walking,'

Said Eddi of Manhood End.

'But I must go on with the service For such as care to attend.'

The altar-candles were lighted,-- An old marsh donkey came, Bold as a guest invited, And stared at the guttering flame.

The storm beat on at the windows, The water splashed on the floor, And a wet, yoke-weary bullock Pushed in through the open door.

'How do I know what is greatest, How do I know what is least?

That is My Father's business,'

Said Eddi, Wilfrid's priest.

'But--three are gathered together-- Listen to me and attend.

I bring good news, my brethren!'

Said Eddi of Manhood End.

And he told the Ox of a Manger And a Stall in Bethlehem, And he spoke to the a.s.s of a Rider, That rode to Jerusalem.

They steamed and dripped in the chancel, They listened and never stirred, While, just as though they were Bishops, Eddi preached them The Word.

Till the gale blew off on the marshes And the windows showed the day, And the Ox and the a.s.s together Wheeled and clattered away.

And when the Saxons mocked him, Said Eddi of Manhood End, 'I dare not shut His chapel On such as care to attend.'

s.h.i.+V AND THE GRa.s.sHOPPER

s.h.i.+v, who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow, Sitting at the doorways of a day of long ago, Gave to each his portion, food and toil and fate, From the King upon the _guddee_ to the Beggar at the gate.

_All things made he--s.h.i.+va the Preserver.

Mahadeo! Mahadeo! He made all,-- Thorn for the camel, fodder for the kine, And mother's heart for sleepy head, O little son of mine!_

Wheat he gave to rich folk, millet to the poor, Broken sc.r.a.ps for holy men that beg from door to door; Cattle to the tiger, carrion to the kite, And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night.

Naught he found too lofty, none he saw too low-- Parbati beside him watched them come and go; Thought to cheat her husband, turning s.h.i.+v to jest-- Stole the little gra.s.shopper and hid it in her breast.

_So she tricked him, s.h.i.+va the Preserver.

Mahadeo! Mahadeo! turn and see!

Tall are the camels, heavy are the kine, But this was Least of Little Things, O little son of mine!_

When the dole was ended, laughingly she said, 'Master, of a million mouths is not one unfed?'

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