And acolytes behind him, lifting lights.
Then from his pallet Ceadmon slowly rose
And worshipped Christ, his God, and reaching forth
His right hand, cradled in his left, behold!
Therein was laid God’s Mystery. He spake:
“Stand ye in flawless charity of God
T’wards me, my sons, or lives there in your hearts
Memory the least of wrong or wrath?” They answered:
“Father, within us lives nor wrong, nor wrath,
But love, and love alone.” And he: “Not less