Once In A Saintly Passion Poem by James Thomson

Once In A Saintly Passion

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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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James Thomson

James Thomson

Port Glasgow, Scotland
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