The poem for English.....

The Penitent

I had a little Sorrow,

Born of a little Sin.

I found a room all damp with gloom,

And shut us all within.

And "Little Sorrow, weep," said I,

"And little Sin, pray god for death,

And I upon the floor will lie,

And think how bad I've been!"

Alas, it matters not a wit,

As far as gloom went in that room,

The lamp might have been lit.

My little sorrow would not weep,

My little Sin would go to sleep,

To save my soul I could not keep,

My helpless mind to it!

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