Here you will find thePoemPolytheistof poet Lesbia Harford
One comes to love the little saints, As years go by. One learns to love the little saints. 'O hear me sigh, St. Anthony, Find this for me, I wish you'd try.' There must be many garden gods, A gardener sees. There'd have to be an orchard god. 'Divinities, Take honour due. The long year through Protect these trees.' The Mother and the Holy Child Are friends to me. I pray, 'I am my mother's child. I trust you'll see That days are bright And all goes right With her and me.'
