‘HOW do I know what is greatest,
How do I know what is least?
That is My Father’s business,’
Said Eddi, Wilfrid’s priest.
‘But — three are gathered together —
Listen to me and attend.*
I bring good news, my brethren!’
Said Eddi of Manhood End.
And he told the Ox of a Manger
And a Stall in Bethlehem,
And he spoke to the Ass of a Rider,
That rode to Jerusalem.*
They steamed and dripped in the chancel,
They listened and never stirred,
While, just as though they were Bishops,
Eddi preached them The Word,
Till the gale blew off on the marshes
And the windows showed the day,
And the Ox and the Ass together
Wheeled and clattered away.
And when the Saxons mocked him,
Said Eddi of Manhood End,
‘I dare not shut His chapel
On such as care to attend.’*
See Matthew 18:20: “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”
The tradition of an ox and an ass at Jesus’s crib reflects Isaiah 1:3: “The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master’s crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.” Kipling also picks up on the Triumphal Entry into Jerusalem, in Matthew 21:1-9.
Kipling’s Eddi preached the gospel to animals; according to Mediaeval legend, Eddi’s contemporary St Bede went one better. See St Bede and the Singing Stones.