Thus Passes By the Glory of the World
Relics, relics sad and lone,
Cromwell's head and a single bone
that William the Conqueror left on earth
prove today of petty worth.
Oh that now those proud in power
knew the shortness of their hour.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2022
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