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Poem by Louisa Sarah Bevington

In and out of Church

Dogmadealer, talking treason,
Spurning truth, perverting reason
In and out of folly's season
            Year by year

Oh, a plague on all the twaddle
In your hum drum niddlenoodle,
Mammon's lawpaid mollycoddle
            Limp with fear.

Is there "sin" in worldy leaven?
Yet there's not one day in seven
When you fail to sell your gammon
            All for pelf;

"Heaven to let"to paying lodger;
Ah, you canting devildodger,
Damn not us who spurn your Mammon,
            Damn yourself!

If I've done some bad behaving,
And I don't deserve the saving,
Then 'tis honour bids the braving
            Of my dues;

Pilot souls to your sky places
Who are full of Sunday graces,
And with sweat from poor men's faces
            Pay for pews.

Call the purseproud from their blisses,
Call the fashionable misses
From "advisers'" holy kisses,
            Call, and call;

Call the people's sly mindshapers,
Call the kings of daily papers
Cutting "law and order" capers
            One and all.

Here's my Lord Archbishop, mind you,
Paid to gorge himself, and blind you,
Till your very self can't find you

Simple Jesus! See the old 'un!
Why, his dinnerplates are golden!
May the sight our hearts embolden
            In our prayer.

Ah, dismiss them, with a "blessing;"
All intoning and confessing;
Never more our souls distressing
            With their cant!

Help to silence priestly mumble,
Help the Mammontemples tumble,
Freedom's banner o'er the jumble
            Firm to plant.

Come, dear toilers, stained and weary,
Come and help the world grow cheery,
Come from out your prison dreary
            Built by greed;

You who labour heavyladen,
Slaving mother, trampled maiden,
Ever preached to, every preyed on,
            In your need;

Let your winters grow no colder,
Rise at last and dare be bolder,
Setting shoulder firm to shoulder
            For a thrust!

Yokes be eased, and burdens lighter,
As the great Hope warms the fighter,
And the broad New Day grows brighter
            And more just.

Louisa Sarah Bevington

Louisa Sarah Bevington's other poems:
  1. Merle Wood
  2. Her Worst and Best
  3. Steel or Gold?
  4. Not Ye Who Goad
  5. Egoisme a Deux

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