Poem by Bernard Patrick O'Dowd

Sloth 1. Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent

Too many a Samsan lip your teeth indent:
Too many a Sybil girl you lure to make
The Great Refusal for a fireside sake:
And glamoured poet many a look has sent
Into those eyeballs bear-brown, somnolent,
Nor dreamed that devils in each muddy lake
Were sucking his devotion in to slake
The furrowed belly of your fanged content!
Religion's bane and Freedom's subtlest foe!
Behold the poppied freight your barges bring
The dim-lit souls that crave the prophet's gleam,
Or fettered people's writhing 'neath their woe—
Gossamer clips and thriftless harvesting
Of phantom flocks and shadowy tilth of dream!

1. Evensong
2. Love and Sacrifice
3. Prosperity
4. Our Duty
5. Young Democracy

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