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Robert Graves - The Boy Out Of ChurchRobert Graves - The Boy Out Of Church
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As Jesus and his followers   Upon a Sabbath morn Were walking by a wheat field   They plucked the ears of corn. They plucked it, they rubbed it,   They blew the husks away, Which grieved the pious pharisees   Upon the Sabbath day. And Jesus said, "A riddle   Answer if you can, Was man made for the Sabbath   Or Sabbath made for man?" I do not love the Sabbath,   The soapsuds and the starch, The troops of solemn people   Who to Salvation march. I take my book, I take my stick   On the Sabbath day, In woody nooks and valleys   I hide myself away. To ponder there in quiet   God`s Universal Plan, Resolved that church and Sabbath   Were never made for man.
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