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A PARABLE FROM LIEBIG
i.THE church bells were ringing, the devil sat singingOn the stump of a rotting old tree;'Oh faith it grows cold, and the creeds they grow old, And the world is nigh ready for me.'
ii.The bells went on ringing, a spirit came singing, And smiled as he crumbled the tree;'Yon wood does but perish new seedlings to cherish, And the world is too live yet for thee.'
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