Songs from Vagabondia

<h3><SPAN name="IN_THE_WORKSHOP" name="IN_THE_WORKSHOP"></SPAN>IN THE WORKSHOP.</h3> <p>Once in the Workshop, ages ago, <br/>The clay was wet and the fire was low. <br/> <br/>And He who was bent on fashioning man <br/>Moulded a shape from a clod, <br/>And put the loyal heart therein; <br/>While another stood watching by. <br/> <br/>"What's that?" said Beelzebub. <br/>"A lover," said God. <br/>And Beelzebub frowned, for he knew that kind. <br/> <br/>And then God fashioned a fellow shape <br/>As lithe as a willow rod, <br/>And gave it the merry roving eye <br/>And the range of the open road. <br/> <br/>"What's that?" said Beelzebub. <br/>"A vagrant," said God. <br/>And Beelzebub smiled, for he knew that kind. <br/> <br/>And last of all God fashioned a form, <br/>And gave it, what was odd, <br/>The loyal heart and the roving eye; <br/>And he whistled, light of care. <br/> <br/>"What's that?" said Beelzebub. <br/>"A poet," said God. <br/>And Beelzebub frowned, for he did not know.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />