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Rh How these two shame this shallow and frail town!

How ring right out our sordid turbid time,

Being pure! We, life's pride and cared-for crown,

Have lost that cheer and charm of earth's past prime:

Our make and making break, are breaking, down

To man's last dust, drain fast towards man's first slime.

To Christ our Lord