For the Church’s use, to the Church’s hands,
Renounces the world, with its pleasures and wiles,
And to-day she confesses to Father Giles:
Slight is the penance, I ween, may atone
For all of sin she hath ever known!
“Daughter! since last thou didst kneel for grace,
Hath peace in thy heart found a dwelling-place?
From thy breast hast thou banished each idle thought?
Save thy spirit’s weal hast thou pined for naught?”
Moist is her kerchief, and drooped her head,