A LITTLE BOY LOST 'Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it pos

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A LITTLE BOY LOST "Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know: "And Father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door." The Priest sat by and heard the child, In trembling zeal he seiz'd his hair: He led him by his little coat, And all admir'd the priestly care. And standing on the altar high, "Lo! what a fiend is here!" said he, "One who sets reason up for judge Of our most holy Mystery." The weeping child could not be heard, The weeping parents were in vain; They strip'd him to his little shirt, And bound him in an iron chain; And burn'd him in a holy place, Where many had been burn'd before: The weeping parents wept in vain. Are such things done on Albion's* shore? * England's - William Blake, from "Songs of Experience" ----------------------------------------------------------- THE GARDEN OF LOVE I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore; And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joy and desires. ----------------------------------------------------------- The indian dances, and the sky rents asunder; bringing forth wind, rain, and thunder. The wizard speaks in tounges to cast his spell. Using his magic, dragons fell. The witch concots her evil brew; bat's wings, and toad skins in her stew. The quiet channeler calls forth past lives; some being great men (others, past wives). The priest says "Hocus Pocus" and draws great crowds. Some discuss the holiness and powers of shrouds. Upon studying these events, we make a choice (which may be quite funny); either mystical powers are at work, or they're all after money. Matt Briggs 34L4F3X@CMUVM.bitnet ----------------------------------------------------------- Come all ya good Americans the loyal brave and true. Lets wrap ourselves completely in the old red, white and blue. For Jesus and free enterprise we must prepare the way, and anyone who does not heed must be prepared to pay. Have a nice day. Have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See here and speak no evil. Just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. We can't abide with welfare, or believe in poverty, because this nation is the land of opportunity. If you're lazy weak or stupid, ya might not make the grade, but why should we support you with the money we have made? Have a nice day. Have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See here and speak no evil. Just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. We believe in conservation, and we'll do all that we can to manage our resources for the benefit of man. And we believe the judgement day is coming with all haste, and anything that we don't use will then have gone to waste. Have a nice day. Have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See here and speak no evil. Just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. We believe in the creation. Evolution is a sham, and for you awful humanists we do not give a damn. Cause we believe in science when the word of god agrees, and we believe in science that destroys our enemies. Have a nice day. Have a nice day. Don't heed those words of wickedness that might lead you astray. See here and speak no evil. Just work real hard and pray. God loves you and he hopes you'll have a nice day. Mark Graham (Natural Selections Album) ----------------------------------------------------------- A Coney Island of the Mind Sometime during eternity some guys show up and one of them who shows up real late is a carpenter from some square type place like Galilee And he starts wailing and claiming he's hip to who made heaven and earth and that the cat who really laid it on us is his dad Moreover, he adds it's all writ down on some scroll type parchments which some henchmen leave lying around the dead sea somewheres and which won't even be found for a couple of thousand years or so and even then no one believes them or me for that matter You're Hot the tell him so they cool him they stretch him on the Tree to cool and everybody after that is always making models of this Tree with him hung up and crooning his name and calling him to come down from his Tree and sit in on their combo as if he is the king cat who's got to blow or they can't quite make it Only him don't come down from his Tree him just hang there looking real cool and a little petered out and according to a roundup of the late world news ....real DEAD. by Lawrence Ferlinghetti (sp?) (The Beat Generation) ----------------------------------------------------------- A fun little poem I found: A pretty maid, a Protestant, was to a Catholic wed; To love all Bible truths and tales, quite early she'd been bred It sorley grieved her husband's heart that she would not comply, And join the Mother Church of Rome and heretics deny. So day by day he flattered her, but still she saw no good Would ever come from bowing down to idols made of wood. The Mass, the host, the miracles, were made but to decieve; And transubstantiation, too, she'd never dare believe. He went to see his clergyman and told him his sad tale. "My wife is an unveliever, sir; you can perhaps prevail; For all your Romish miracles my wife has strong aversion, To really work a miracle may lead to her conversion. The priest went with the gentleman-he thought to gain a prize. He said, "I will convert her, sir, and open both her eyes." So when they came into the house, the husband loudly cried, "The priest has come to dine with us!" "He's welcome," she replied. And when, at last, the meal was o'er, the priest at once began, To teach his hostess all about the sinful state of man; The greatness of our Saviour's love, which Christians can't deny, To give Himself a sacrifice and for our sins to die. "I will return tommorow, lass, prepare some bread and wine; The sacramental miracle will stop you (sic) soul's decline." "I'll bake the bread," the lady said. "You may," he did reply, "and when you've seen this miracle, convinced you'll be, say I." The priest did come accordingly, the bread and wine did bless, The lady asked, "Sir, is it changed?" The priest answered, "Yes, It's changed from common bread and wine to truly flesh and blood; Begorra, lass, this power of mine has changed it into God!" So having blessed the bread and wine, to eat they did prepare. The lady said unto the priest, "I warn you to take care, For half an ounce of arsenic was mixed right in the batter, But since you have its nature changed, it cannot really matter." The priest was struck real dumb-he looked as pale as death. The bread and wine fell from his hands and he did gasp for breath. "Bring me my horse!" the priest cried, "This is a cursed home!" The lady replied, "Begone; tis you who shares the curse of Rome." The husband, too, he sat surprised, and not a word did say. At length he spoke, "My dear," said he, "the priest has run away; To gulp such mummery and tripe, I'm not for sure, quite able; I'll go with you and we'll renounce this Roman Catholic fable." Author Unknown *From "Babylon Mystery Religion", 1966, by Ralph Woodrow, page 125. A decidedly "anti"-Catholic religion book, to be sure; but it it seems like an excellent skeptical test, no? Matt Briggs 34L4F3X@CMUVM.bitnet

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