Treasure Island

Charles Kingsley

(12 June 1819 – 23 January 1875 / Devon, England)

A Parable From Liebig


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.

Submitted: Thursday, April 15, 2010

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