Henry Alford

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As one who, placed in dreaded pulpit high In Westminster or Paul's, ere sermon time Scanning the crowd, beholds right opposite Grim face of foe in bitter sarcasm set, So felt I then. As one who, hurried, past his time for train, Tugging at cupboard door for coat mislaid, Breaks all his nails at once: so felt I then.