laupäev, september 30, 2023

Enda ülehindamisest ja tagasihoidlikkusest

Once in a saintly passion
  I cried with desperate grief:
"O Lord, my heart is black with guile!
  Of sinners I am chief!"
Then stooped my guardian angel
  And whispered from behind:
"Vanity, my little man!
  You're nothing of the kind."