Smokehouse Poetry
In the April issue Smokehouse Poetry fans will be treated to an old classic, “Absolution,” by Nesbit.
“But the Priest’s duty bade him seek her out
And say, ‘My child, why dost thou sit apart?
Hast thou some grief? Hast thou some secret doubt?
Come and unfold to me thine inmost heart.’” * * *
And as the dim east brightened, slowly ceased
The wild devotion that had filled the priest—