To All Believers

To All BelieversTo All Believers

To All Believers

Boys and girls, of those who rateAll things true if we believe them,Knocking at your fancy’s gate,Here are giants; pray receive them:Friendly folk from every clime,With an honest glee about them;(Ah, the once-upon-a-time!—What would it have been without them?)Shambling fellows gray and old,Mighty men of mighty merit;Giants from the frost and cold,And the land which we inherit:Boys and girls, we bid you harkWhile this genial host we rally;—Mad ones, glad ones laugh and lark;Big as fancied, true to tally.

Boys and girls, of those who rateAll things true if we believe them,Knocking at your fancy’s gate,Here are giants; pray receive them:Friendly folk from every clime,With an honest glee about them;(Ah, the once-upon-a-time!—What would it have been without them?)Shambling fellows gray and old,Mighty men of mighty merit;Giants from the frost and cold,And the land which we inherit:Boys and girls, we bid you harkWhile this genial host we rally;—Mad ones, glad ones laugh and lark;Big as fancied, true to tally.

Boys and girls, of those who rateAll things true if we believe them,Knocking at your fancy’s gate,Here are giants; pray receive them:

Boys and girls, of those who rate

All things true if we believe them,

Knocking at your fancy’s gate,

Here are giants; pray receive them:

Friendly folk from every clime,With an honest glee about them;(Ah, the once-upon-a-time!—What would it have been without them?)

Friendly folk from every clime,

With an honest glee about them;

(Ah, the once-upon-a-time!—

What would it have been without them?)

Shambling fellows gray and old,Mighty men of mighty merit;Giants from the frost and cold,And the land which we inherit:

Shambling fellows gray and old,

Mighty men of mighty merit;

Giants from the frost and cold,

And the land which we inherit:

Boys and girls, we bid you harkWhile this genial host we rally;—Mad ones, glad ones laugh and lark;Big as fancied, true to tally.

Boys and girls, we bid you hark

While this genial host we rally;—

Mad ones, glad ones laugh and lark;

Big as fancied, true to tally.


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