Vagabonds
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Upon us vagabonds who take Our packs and paddles Sunday The good folk look austerely down, Though they may smile on Monday. Some call us pagans, others tramps; The truth they never knew— We faithfully attend the Church Of Saint Bartholomew. Among the birches on the hill His holydays are kept Where thrushes flute the anthems, and Crumb-charity accept. The sermon never wearies us; We hold the Amen pew, And pay our pew-rent to the Church Of Saint Bartholomew.
Sara Hamilton Birchall