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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=418702" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Playing At Priests</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WITHIN a town where parity<br>According to old form we see,--<br>That is to say, where Catholic<br>And Protestant no quarrels pick,<br>And where, as in his father's day,<br>Each worships God in his own way,<br>We Luth'ran children used to dwell,<br>By songs and sermons taught as well.<br>The Catholic clingclang in truth<br>Sounded more pleasing to our youth,<br>For all that we encounter'd there,<br>To us seem'd varied, joyous, fair.<br>As children, monkeys, and mankind<br>To ape each other are inclin'd,<br>We soon, the time to while away,<br>A game at priests resolved to play.<br>Their aprons all our sisters lent<br>For copes, which gave us great content;<br>And handkerchiefs, embroider'd o'er,<br>Instead of stoles we also wore;<br>Gold paper, whereon beasts were traced,<br>The bishop's brow as mitre graced.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through house and garden thus in state<br>We strutted early, strutted late,<br>Repeating with all proper unction,<br>Incessantly each holy function.<br>The best was wanting to the game;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We knew that a sonorous ring</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Was here a most important thing;<br>But Fortune to our rescue came,<br>For on the ground a halter lay;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were delighted, and at once</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Made it a bellrope for the nonce,<br>And kept it moving all the day;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In turns each sister and each brother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Acted as sexton to another;<br>All help'd to swell the joyous throng;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whole proceeded swimmingly,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And since no actual bell had we,<br>We all in chorus sang, Ding dong!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>  *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our guileless child's-sport long was hush'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In memory's tomb, like some old lay;<br>And yet across my mind it rush'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With pristine force the other day.<br>The New-Poetic Catholics<br>In ev'ry point its aptness fix!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Johann+Wolfgang+von+Goethe">Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</a><div class=q>
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According to old form we see,--
That is to say, where Catholic
And Protestant no quarrels pick,
And where, as in his father's day,
Each worships God in his own way,
We Luth'ran children used to dwell,
By songs and sermon..."></div>
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