Maxioms by John Masefield
The corn that makes the holy bread
By which the soul of man is fed,
The holy read more
The corn that makes the holy bread
By which the soul of man is fed,
The holy bread, the food unpriced,
Thy everlasting mercy, Christ.
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our read more
Sometimes, when guests have gone, the host remembers
Sweet courteous things unsaid.
We two have talked our hearts out to the embers,
And now go hand in hand down to the dead.
