A LITTLE BALLAD OF BILIBALDUS
Bilibaldus Pirkimerus]— When I sicken, be my stay ! When my i heart in me 1 is stricken And I doubt the God of Day. -
Bilibaldus . Pirkimerus
Every groan turned into gold. When the. blight fell on the region God had given him to hold.
Bilibaldus Pirkimerus !
Fast he lay there with the gout, But the fire-flash in the ashes
Of the furnace was not out.
There ho lay; but with a whisper
He con troll’d his empery, And the fire in his old fingers' Made the drum beat gloriously.
When my heart grows cold—when, wounded I lie cursing at my fate,—
Bilibaldus Pirkimerus, — Set the music at the gate !
Ernest Rhys, in The New Witness
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New Zealand Tablet, 29 May 1919, Page 18
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120A LITTLE BALLAD OF BILIBALDUS New Zealand Tablet, 29 May 1919, Page 18
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