I saw Christ to-day At a street corner stand, In the rags of a beggar he stood He held ballads in his hand. He was crying out: - "Two for a penny Will anyone buy The finest ballads ever made From the stuff of joy?" But the blind and deaf went past Knowing only there An uncouth ballad-seller With tail-matted hair. And I whom men call fool His ballads bought, Found him whom the pieties Have vainly sought.
§ Dated: 30/7/38.