He who in mire of sin now thirty years
Has rolled, forgiveness asks with many tears:
Ne’er yet his head has contrite sinner lain
Upon the threshold of God’s throne in vain.
All he has sinned to him shall be forgiven,
Whom God has chose a denizen of heaven.
That monk has prayed upon the other hand
That he may never near this sinner stand;
That this may be so, hell his place must be,
Where never more this sinner he shall see.