On a Cold Day

On a Cold Day written by William Henry Davies

From "My Garden", 1933

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My sacrament of wine and broken bread
Is now prepared, and ready to be done;
The Tit shall hold a crust with both his feet,
While, crumb by crumb, he picks it like a bone.

The Thrush, ashamed of his thin ribs, has blown
His feathers out, to make himself look fat;
The Robin, with his back humped twice as high,
For pity's sake - has crossed my threshold mat.

The Sparrow's here, the Finch and Jenny Wren,
The wine is poured, the crumbs are white and small;
And when each little mouth has broken bread -
Shall I not drink and bless them one and all?

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