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Charles Kingsley - A Parable From Liebig
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The church bells were ringing, the devil sat singing
On the stump of a rotting old tree;
`Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old,
And the world is nigh ready for me.`

The bells went on ringing, a spirit came singing,
And smiled as he crumbled the tree;
`Yon wood does but perish new seedlings to cherish,
And the world is too live yet for thee.`

Eversley, 1848.
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