That evening in the school.
“O heaven![1131] to think of their white souls,
And mine so black and grim!
I could not share in childish prayer,
Nor join in evening hymn;
Like a devil of the pit[1132] I seemed,
Mid holy cherubim.
“And peace went with them, one and all,
And each calm pillow spread;
But guilt was my grim chamberlain,