The Last Robin
Lyrics and Sonnets


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

NO ESCAPE.



GLUTTON and sluggard! Thus against his name
Wrote the stern Angel, and with burning flame
Branded upon his form the mark of shame.

Could he escape the Angel? Nay, not he!
What earthly power, or what divinity,

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