Exposed !—unmask'd !—mark'd with deception's brand
A hypocrite confess'd, to night I stand.
(Comes forward to the audience)
Nor should you deem it impious to reveal
The dark deceits which pious frauds conceal,
For real goodness, still respect we ask,
'Tis false pretension, only, we unmask.
When Greece, when Rome, in each enlightened age
Saw vice and folly tread the comic stage—
......
I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre,
I remember the pub on King Street,
With its quiet maritime atmosphere…
I remember tramping to the little cottage
......
I remember the grey slithers of rain,
The jocular driver,
As I boarded the bus
At Temple Meads,
And the friendly lady who told me
When we had arrived at the city centre,
I remember the pub on King Street,
With its quiet maritime atmosphere…
I remember tramping to the little cottage
......
Exposed !—unmask'd !—mark'd with deception's brand
A hypocrite confess'd, to night I stand.
(Comes forward to the audience)
Nor should you deem it impious to reveal
The dark deceits which pious frauds conceal,
For real goodness, still respect we ask,
'Tis false pretension, only, we unmask.
When Greece, when Rome, in each enlightened age
Saw vice and folly tread the comic stage—
......