I have need of nothing, and naught to do
But to laugh and dance and feast.'
The sly World heard her, and laughed in his sleeve,
And mockingly said aside,
'The Church is fallen—the beautiful Church—
And her shame is her boast and pride!'
"The angel drew near to the mercy-seat,
And whispered, in sighs, her name;
And the saints their anthems of rapture hushed,
And covered their heads with shame.