Thy Holy Nature
Devil looked at thee-
My orison falleth,
Angel’s fantasy
Fainteth and howl’th.
I didn’t notice when
My Lord gave me a hint-
Such a desperate pain,
Such egregious sin.
Alack- the bodkin rose
And penetrated hell.
Thou havest always loathed
Those who prayed and fell.
O I never fought-
Thou didst love the wight
Who hath struggle, not
Betrayed the Holy Night.
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