Light Lady
THEY say when virtue slipped from her,Awakened by her fallSin seemed to work a miracleAnd made her soul grow tall.
Here with her penny papers by,We see how well she diced:Nothing to do but munch her gumsAnd sing the love of Christ.
And now with alms for what she wasMen stroke her ragged fur;When Death comes down this street, his faceWill not be strange to her.
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