James Thomson

(23 November 1834 - 3 June 1882 / Port Glasgow, Scotland)

Once In A Saintly Passion - Poem by James Thomson

Once in a saintly passion
I cried with desperate grief,
"O Lord, my heart is black with guile,
Of sinners I am chief."
Then stooped my guardian angel
And whispered from behind,
"Vanity, my little man,
You're nothing of the kind."


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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