Repaid with pains for contemplating thee
Unwisely out of season. With the rest
We knelt at Mass, not yet disperst and blest,
Waiting the imminent "Ite missa est."
And I, who turned a little from the pure
Pursuit of mine intention to make sure
My child knelt undistracted and demure,
Did fall into that sin. And ere the close
Of the grave Canon's "Benedicat vos ..."
Had scanned her hair and said, "How thick it grows