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Black Bonnet

Rating: 2.8

A day of seeming innocence,
A glorious sun and sky,
And, just above my picket fence,
Black Bonnet passing by.
In knitted gloves and quaint old dress,
Without a spot or smirch,
Her worn face lit with peacefulness,
Old Granny goes to church.

Her hair is richly white, like milk,

That long ago was fair --
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Jim Dahm 22 December 2005

My absolute favourite of Lawson's, not sentimental as often claimed (Lawson was not given to that - as evident even here, witness his brief but fierce contempt for the congregation in general) but a witness to timeless values.

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