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HEAD OF THY CHURCH TRIUMPHANT
You left Heaven,Your excellent Abode above.
You took upon Yourself the bodily garments of mortal man,
Came down into this world, this earth

While we were young we believed
Every falsehood
Accepted every idea
Hissed for joy at the sounds
Of the very words we learnt from our friends.

We took to pubs, followed theirs footfalls

When I first met you I was elated
Filled with much awe
I dreamed of the presently elapsed years
Of great happiness and rich excitement

I watched the birds as they flew past
And squeaked

If all the world
Were but filled
With men,
We'd all had been
Like many a young chicken
Without a hen:

A large people solely,
With nobody
Like a mother
To take the bother
To guide them