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WHY JESUS WEPT 
 
 
 
 
The poet concludes. 
 
Now I have written four-and-twenty hours 
Without a decent rest by Kandy Lake. 
I invoke the urgent elemental powers 
To bring all to an end for Buddha’s sake. 
I must bid all ye matrons fond farewell, 
Knowing your inmost thoughts ; that, had ye dared, 
Ye would be just as far en route for hell 
As Angela, the gentle Lady Baird ; 
And all ye youths, aware that Percy’s fall 
Is something to be envied of ye all ; 
And all ye parsons, seeing that ye pray 
Your Father for the Luck of Lord Glenstrae. 
 
Enough of this !  Insistent Fates 
Bid me return to rhyming 8 s. 
I say what I have seen ill done 
In honest clean-lived Albion ; 
And if these things the green tree grows, 
What price the dry, my lords ?  Who knows ? 
You say that I exaggerate ; 
That “ we are not as bad as that.” 
(Excuse the doubtful tag of verse !) 
Au contraire, you are vastly worse. 
I see the virtuous and the vicious, 
The sans reproche and the suspicious, 
All tarred with the same nasty tar,