Between the rail of woven brass,
That hides the "Strangers' Pew,"
I hear the gray-haired vicar pass
From Section One to Two.
And somewhere on my left I see--
Whene'er I chance to look--
A soft-eyed, girl St. Cecily,
Who notes them--in a book.
Ah, worthy GOODMAN,--sound divine!
Shall I your wrath incur,
If I admit these thoughts of mine
Will sometimes stray--to her?
I know your theme, and I revere;
I hear your precepts tried;
Must I confess I also hear
A sermon at my side?
Or how explain this need I feel,--
This impulse prompting me
Within my secret self to kneel
To Faith,--to Purity!
Two Sermons.
Henry Austin Dobson
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