Day-setting narrative of
The crudest glamour
Floods the leading thespian
In wounding colour.
A drop lavish for patrons
Of a Passion-Play!
Who the dulling sixth hour
Reciprocate right away.
As do they the Third Day
With every day's morn.
Surely no doubting Thomas's
Of Helios re-born?
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