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Tom the Lunatic
| Sang old Tom the lunatic | | That sleeps under the canopy; | | ‘What change has put my thoughts astray | | And
eyes that had so keen a sight? | | What has turned to smoking wick | | Nature’s pure unchanging light? | | | | | | ‘Huddon
and Duddon and Daniel O’Leary, | | Holy Joe, the beggar-man, | | Wenching, drinking, still remain | | Or sing
a penance on the road; | | Something made these eyeballs weary | | That blinked and saw them in a shroud. | | | | | | ‘Whatever stands in field or flood | | Bird, beast, fish or man, | | Mare or stallion, cock or hen, | | Stands in God’s
unchanging eye | | In all the vigour of its blood; | | In that faith I live or die.’ |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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