 | Poems by Robert Gomersall |  |
Are we the onely faulty? or am I
Pickt out for eminent Iniquity?
All lights on me, twas I that rays'd these warres,
Twas I that this thicke people like to starres,
Have lessend into Number; I alone
Merit both peoples curses joynd in one,
Pickt out for eminent Iniquity?
All lights on me, twas I that rays'd these warres,
Twas I that this thicke people like to starres,
Have lessend into Number; I alone
Merit both peoples curses joynd in one,
| Poems by Robert Gomersall | |