God gave each his food
God gave each his food. Thank and savor with relish. Why ferret, squabble? Sky, one tapestry on the easel of the God- uses hues at will. Flowers lay in state there, The coffin sunk deep under- Care, Soul trespassers! Here comes leisurely, my Man-Friday with bread crumbs; bless him, always late!... Sign in to see full entry.