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"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. 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
rowned, with a great beard curled, But I see God like a good giant, That, labouring, lifts the world. "Wherefore was God in Golgotha, Slain as a serf is slain; And hate He had of prince and peer, And love He had and made good cheer, Of them that, like this woman here, Go powerfully in pain. "But in this grey morn of man's life, Cometh sometime to the mind A little light that leaps and flies, Like a star blown on the wind. "A star of nowhere, a nameless star, A light that spins and swirls, And cries that even in hedge and hill, Even on earth, it may go ill At last with the evil earls. "A dancing sparkle, a doubtful star, On the waste wind whirled and driven; But it seems to sing of a wilder worth, A time discrowned of doom and birth, And the 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, And woodman and waggoner. S AND IS AT REST BUT SOME SEE GOD LIKE ETHRUM CROWNED WITH A GREAT BEARD CURLED BUT I SEE GOD LIKE A GOOD GIANT THAT LABOURING LIFTS THE WORLD WHEREFORE WAS GOD IN GULGATHA SLAIN AS A SERF IS SLAIN AND HATE HE HAD OF PRINCE AND PEER AND LOVE HE HAD AND MADE GOOD CHEER OF THEM THAT LIKE THIS WOMAN HERE GO POWERFULLY IN PAIN BUT IN THIS GREAT MORN OF A MAN'S LIFE COMETH SOMETIME TO MIND A LITTLE LIGHT THAT LEAPS AND FLIES LIKE A STAR BLOWN ON THE WIND A STAR OF NOWHERE A NAMELESS STAR A LIGHT THAT SPINS AND SWIRLS AND CRIES THAT EVEN IN HEDGE AND HILL EVEN ON EARTH IT MAY GO ILL AT LAST WITH THE EVIL EARLS A DANCING SPARKLE A DOUBTFUL STAR ON THE WASTE WIND WHIRLED AND DRIVEN BUT IT SEEMS TO SING OF A WILDER WORTH A TIME DISGRAND OF DOOM AND BIRTH AND THE 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
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