The Black Christ & Other Poems/Light Lady

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Light Lady
THEY say when virtue slipped from her,
Awakened by her fall
Sin seemed to work a miracle
And made her soul grow tall.

Here with her penny papers by,
We see how well she diced:
Nothing to do but munch her gums
And sing the love of Christ.

And now with alms for what she was
Men stroke her ragged fur;
When Death comes down this street, his face
Will not be strange to her.

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