Once in a stately passion I cried with desperate grief
'Oh 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'

Author: James Thomson

Once in a stately passion I cried with desperate grief<br />'Oh Lord, my heart is black with guile, of sinners I am chief'<br />Then stooped my guardian angel and whispered from behind <br />'Vanity my little man, you're nothing of the kind' <br /> - James Thomson



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