Sunday, October 17, 2021

Up and Down

Wither, wither, the flesh and bone,

and found his grace atop that hill.

Such winds that beat the rounded stone;

to see him tumble laughing still.

Our emblem, he, Ephyra's king,

for all his sins he might repent;

his hollow cough's and laughter's ring.

Must we so think the king content?


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