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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXV
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At last I kneel in Rome, the bourne, the goal
 Of what a multitude of laden hearts!
 No pilgrim of them all a wearier soul
 Brought ever here, no master of dark arts
 A spirit vexed with more discordant parts,
 No beggar a scrip barer of all dole;
 No son, alas, steps sorer with the darts
 Of that rebellious sorrow, his sin`s toll.
 I kneel and make an offering of my care
 And folly, and hurt reason. Who would not
 In this fair city be the fool of prayer?
 Who would not kneel, if only for the lot
 Of being born again--a soul forgiven,
 Clothed in new childhood and the light of Heaven?
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