Nursery Tales (verse)
Childe, Wilfred
V\(ursery Tales In a town of scarlet roofs the glassy bells Surge slowly in the long grey evening, The air seems poignant with serene farewells, The sky speaks in the silver bells that...
...We are as toys fearful when day is done...
...Wilfred Childe...
...Hold up the little city in Thy hands, Jesus of Starlight, and O Mother mild, Shed crystal blessing on sun-wasted lands, Each flower looks toward thee like a trustful child...
...V\(ursery Tales In a town of scarlet roofs the glassy bells Surge slowly in the long grey evening, The air seems poignant with serene farewells, The sky speaks in the silver bells that swing...
...After a day of aromatic heats, That sweetly smoke in parched and bruised July, Dove-breasted calm pulses in circling beats Down from the colorless dome of the slow sky...
...Give us, Our Lady, to thy little Son...
Vol. 12 • July 1930 • No. 10
