Dedicated to a former choirboy!
Choirs
George R Hamilton
Does memory make you sad of heart?
No, I'll not trust those ancient tales,
Though you should make my tears to start,
You choirs of soulless nightingales:
For I've heard twenty rogues today,
Your rivals, flouting gods and men,
Come laughing into Church from play,
Rustle their surplices, and then
To heavens higher than all height
From rascal throats unfaltering raise
A Jacob's ladder of pure light,
A single sanctity of praise.
