Bergen Catholic Talisman

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Anglo-Saxon Riddle #11


I wear grey, woven over

With bright and gleaming gems. I bring

The stupid to folly’s path, fool

The ignorant with sin, urge all useless

Roads and ruin the rest. I can’t

Explain their madness, for I push them to error

And pick their brains, yet they praise me more

For each seduction.  Their dullness will be sorrow,

When they lead their souls on high, unless

They learn to walk wisely, and without my help.

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