where neither snow
nor tannen grow
bearded Celts
and Latins go
mysteries childlike
there to sow
would they wisdom
shared to know
might what they
preached
bear what they sow.
Taken thoughts
and wishes hallow
Shaken wrought
by spirits shallow
Blind obedience
Blind by fear
Knelt before
even church bells ring
true salvation near
can scarcely bring.