Little Morton Hall

window by Richard de Dale

We speak of forgotten sins to boast and pass the time,
With laughter in our mouths our souls attempt sublime,
Is confession the only cure for ignorant despair?
A public cry for absolution fills the air,
Thus man in consolation begs forgiveness fair.
 
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