Than flowery wall-paper, bulging and stained,
And two stern cardboard signals “God is love,” and
“I was a stranger and ye took Me in,”
Ye took me in, took me in, took me in, ...
The train of my thought straggles, loses touch,
Piles in confusion, takes the longer road,
Runs anyhow, heads true only by chance.
Sacred Carnivals trundle through my mind,
With Rhyme-compulsion mottoing each waggon.
God’s Love, the Holy Dove, and Heaven above