Canny Amah Poet I do not know?

Xv: a Terror Spot

Dearest V.C. –
Youngsters saw it:
The vicar’s holy inscription
Borne by native vergers
Of foreign-hearted gods!

Remember 
Canaan’s voyage then
Was so long: so unthot of
For some weavers
At the hour of inscription;

Some weavers readily flew away
Some weavers flew into the nest
For loss of the day’s wings –

At night 
There was a howl 
(Prof, a roused lad heard it!)
Men clashed with pig-watchers
Fire broke out:

On the road to the weaver’s reus
A huge fire broke out
Near the freedom-square!

Darest Vicar –
Who started this fire from straws
Gathered by the weavers?
Was this flame intent
For the misery of the remaining birds?

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