Why Jesus Wept

78 WHY JESUS WEPT The poet concludes. Now I have written four-and-twenty hours Without a decent rest by Kandy Lake. I invoke the urgent elemental powers To bring all to an end for Buddha’s sake. I must bid all ye matrons fond farewell, Knowing your inmost thoughts ; that, had ye dared, Ye would be just as far en route for hell As Angela, the gentle Lady Baird ; And all ye youths, aware that Percy’s fall Is something to be envied of ye all ; And all ye parsons, seeing that ye pray Your Father for the Luck of Lord Glenstrae. Enough of this ! Insistent Fates Bid me return to rhyming 8 s. I say what I have seen ill done In honest clean-lived Albion ; And if these things the green tree grows, What price the dry, my lords ? Who knows ? You say that I exaggerate ; That “ we are not as bad as that.” (Excuse the doubtful tag of verse !) Au contraire, you are vastly worse. I see the virtuous and the vicious, The sans reproche and the suspicious, All tarred with the same nasty tar,