by my very good friend, Muriel.
Among the trees that arch the bay
The mumbling bees drop in to pray
Taking Communion hour by hour
From the Chaliced purple flower
The chorister mouse sedately walks
Among the aisles of seaweed stalks
The butterflies like angels passed
Above the buttresses of grass
And here the gentle God is praised
Where chanted psalms to Him are raised
By murmurings of man, bee, and mouse
Among the pillars of His house.
By Muriel Christian Crusoe