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With one whole farm marching afoot The trampled road resounds, Farm hands and farm beasts blundering by And jars of mead and stores of rye, Where Eldred strode above his high And thunder throated hounds. WITH ONE WHOLE FARM MARCHING AFOOT THE TRAMPLED ROAD RESOUNDS FARM HANDS AND FARM BEASTS BLUNDERING BY AND JARS OF MEAD AND STORES OF RYE WHERE ELDRED STRODE ABOVE HIS HIGH AND THUNDER THROATED HOUNDS
Come, as it is in heaven. "But even though such days endure, How shall it profit her? Who shall go groaning to the grave, With many a meek and mighty slave, Field-breaker and fisher on the wave, And woodman and waggoner. "Bake ye the big world all again A cake with kinder leaven; Yet these are sorry evermore-- Unless there be a little door, A little door in heaven." And as he wept for the woman He let her business be, And like his royal oath and rash The good food fell upon the ash And blackened instantly. Screaming, the woman caught a cake Yet burning from the bar, And struck him suddenly on the face, Leaving a scarlet scar. King Alfred stood up wordless, A man dead with surprise, And torture stood and the evil things That are in the childish hearts of kings An instant in his eyes. And even as he stood and stared Drew round him in the dusk Those friends creeping from far-off farms, Marcus with all his slaves in arms, And the strange spears hung with ancient charms Of Colan of the Usk. HE KINGDOM OF THE POOR ON EARTH COME AS IT IS IN HEAVEN BUT EVEN THOUGH SUCH DAYS ENDURE HOW SHALL IT PROFIT HER WHO SHALL GO GROANING TO THE GRAVE WITH MANY A MEEK AND MIGHTY SLAVE FIELD BREAKER AND FISHER ON THE WAVE WOODMAN AND WAGGONER BAKE YE THE BIG WORLD ALL AGAIN A CAKE WITH KINDER LEAVEN YET THESE ARE SORRY EVERMORE UNLESS THERE BE A LITTLE DOOR A LITTLE DOOR IN HEAVEN AND AS HE WEPT FOR THE WOMAN HE LET HER BUSINESS BE AND LIKE HIS ROYAL OATH AND RASH THE GOOD FOOD FELL UPON THE ASH AND BLACKENED INSTANTLY SCREAMING THE WOMAN CAUGHT A CAKE YET BURNING FROM THE BAR AND STRUCK HIM SUDDENLY ON THE FACE LEAVING A SCARLET SCAR KING ALFRED STOOD UP WORDLESS A MAN DEAD WITH SURPRISE AND TORTURE STOOD IN THE EVIL THINGS THAT ARE IN THE CHILDISH HEARTS OF KINGS AN INSTANT IN HIS EYES AND EVEN AS HE STOOD AND STARED DREW ROUND HIM FROM THE DUSK THOSE FRIENDS CREEPING FROM FAR OFF FARM MARCUS WITH ALL HIS SLAVES IN ARMS AND THE STRANGE SPEARS HUNG WITH ANCIENT CHARMS OF COLON OF THE ASK
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