And was maimed in his manful limbs
For life, alas, for life.
Thus Credo saved and scarred and maimed
The Son of Man, my Child.
There was a flower called Faith:
Man plucked it, and kept it in a vase of water.
This was long ago, mark you.
And the flower is now faint,
For the water with time and dust is foul.
Come let us pour out the old water,