THE MORNING MEDITATIONS OF
FRERE HYACINTHUS
So he is dead and damned and all is well.
So fare all traitors to the church and God!
Cursed and cast out with candle, book and bell,
And thrust to rot beneath unhallowed sod.
The mouth that sounded once Saint Mary’s name
He smirched and stained with scarlet wine of lust;
Therefore is he become a thing of shame,