Hilaire Belloc (27 July 1870 – 16 July 1953 / La Celle-Saint-Cloud)
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The Birds
When Jesus Christ was four years old
The angels brought Him toys of gold,
Which no man ever had bought or sold.
And yet with these He would not play.
He made Him small fowl out of clay,
And blessed them till they flew away:
Tu creasti Domine
Jesus Christ, Thou child so wise,
Bless mine hands and fill mine eyes,
And bring my soul to Paradise.
Hilaire Belloc
Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Edited: Wednesday, May 09, 2001
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Poems by Hilaire Belloc : 64 / 100
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