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MISCELLANEOUS 193
POEM OF THE BEETLES
When Christ was under the wood,
And enemies were pursuing Him,
The crooked one of deception,
Said to the black beetle and the butterfly-
' Saw ye pass to-day or yesterday.
The Son of my love, the Son of God ? '
' We saw ! we saw ! ' said the black beetle,
'The Son of redemption pass yesterday.'
' False ! false ! false ! '
Said the little clay beetle of horses,
' A full year yesterday.
The Son of God went by.'
POEM OF THE BEETLE
Little beetle, little beetle,
Rememberest thou yesterday ?
Little beetle, little beetle,
Rememberest thou yesterday i
Little beetle, little beetle,
Rememberest thou yesterday
The Son of God went by ?

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