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Y friend has a Chapel with incense spiced, A shrine and an altar fit, But I kneel at the feet of the carven Christ, And I cannot pray a bit. At another altar I make my prayer, At the foot of a living tree, In God's Great Minster, the open air, With Heaven spread over me.

Y life is very free from private cares, But friends a-many Divide with me their sorrows and despairs, To the last penny! Poor friends, confiding and unhappy ones, I crave your pardon, But need you always range your skeletons About my garden?