Show I OLD MASTERS I She sat and wept beside His feet the weight Of ot sin oppressed her heart for all aU aUthe the blame And the poor malice mallee of af the worldly shame To her was past extinct and out aut of ot date Only the sin remained the the leprous state tate She would be melted by the heat of love hove By fires far fiercer than are arc blown blawn to prove pro And purge the silver sliver ore adulterate ate She sat fiat and wept and with her hair Still wiped the feet she was so blessed to touch uch And He wiped off af the soiling of at despair From her sweet soul saul because b cause she loved so much I am era a sinner full of doubt and fears Make me a n humble thing thins of at e love and tears Hartley Coleridge |