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The Little Berger
Beyond the blue the Almighty lives His geography clue the universe never leaves Loving and kind at church they say In the incandescent city he bears sway King of kings He reigns supreme Angels sing of His majesty sublime A rod of iron with dazzling crown Infinite mercies reach the trim of His gown His blazon feet on pavement of gold rest The land of knowledge where wisdom nests There all tribulations are under arrest And none of this here ever wrest And He bows down the world beneath Watching affairs down the Earth He hears the cry of a dying world Holding loose His hopeful immutable word Down here pain and injustice reign Anarchy and fear hold the reins And righteousness and love never rain Its tribunals and magistrates give lain I saw it all in this little boy Calamity and misfortune keep him abuoy His skin wrinkled and tender flesh crusted Where poverty is built a niche and clustered Hardly walking and can hardly breath Amidst town people who walk by in blithe And so fights on till exhausted he gives in And lays him forever silent in nature’s inn
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