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A Temple Service.
The flowery rods at first that beat
      So light and sweet,
Their flowers fell off from them yet fresh,
      Thorns tore the flesh.

people.

“Our gods are great,” the false priests said,
  “For their fierce joys
The fire must flow about the head
  Of girls and boys.”

Prone ’neath their women’s soft queen-hood,
  Their lord’s kingship
Smote off the silken servitude
  With bloody whip.

priests.

“Have ye a garland for your head?”
      The wise God said.
“Lo! here a fetter for your feet,
      It is but meet.

“For strangers ye My laws forsake,
      Their yokes to take;
Think ye to choose the light and small
      Nor wear them all?”

people.

Our hosts were broken in the wars,
  And faint of heart
Fled home, and from his shut house-doors
  None durst depart.