From the monthly archives:

March 2017

GH at his learned, deep, and witty best: a seriously self-critical confession, yet spoken with no strained stained-glass voice, rather sung serenely with wit, modesty, and charm to the Judge who is his Friend.
Sorry I am, my God, sorry I am
That my offences course it in a ring.
My thoughts are working like a busy flame,
Until [...]

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