“It
was wrong to do this,” said the angel.
“You
should live like a flower,
Holding
malice like a puppy,
Waging
war like a lambkin.”
“Not
so,” quoth the man
Who
had no fear of spirits;
“It
is only wrong for angels
Who
can live like the flowers,
Holding
malice like the puppies,
Waging
war like the lambkins.”