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Ode to a Second Hand Bed

How many have clasped thee
In sickness and death?
How many have clung
In tears of distress?
How many cried out
In labour and pain
All for the birth of a bairn?

How many have tossed
On this mattress of straw?
The lovers, the lonely.
It?s held them all.
So many dreams, this bed could recall.

If it had a voice,
How it could tell,
Of the heights of the heavens
The depths of the hells

How many have lain
In this cradle of straw?
How many - in peace and content?
So many souls,
Rested, restored, from being spent

In this haven of rest our Lord has sent,
We awake to the morning,
By God?s good consent.

 


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