James Thomson (1834-82) was born in Port Glasgow. He was posted to Ireland in 1851 to work as a schoolmaster in the Army, there he met Charles Bradla ..
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Once in a saintly passion I cried with desperate grief, "O Lord, my heart is black with guile, Of sinners I am chief." Then stooped my guardian angel And whispered from behind, "Vanity, my little man, You're nothing of the kind."
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Once in a Saintly Passion by James B.V. Thomson