Versos English Arthur Macy Saint Botolph

English poem

Saint Botolph

by (1842–1904)

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Saint Botolph flourished in the olden time, In the days when the saints were in their prime. Oh, his feet were bare and bruised and cold, But his heart was warm and as pure as gold. And the kind old saint with his gown and his hood Was loved by the sinners and loved by the good, For he made the sinners as pure as the snow, And the good men needed him to keep them so.