On Hanham Mount I stand; the people come,

They crouch before me in the need of grace.

I speak, or that speaks through me with no name;

Within me burns a precious sainted face.

The air is good; what if I have no church,

What of the bishops, what of pomp and show,

None of this minds a whit, if I can save

One soul preserved from the dread world below.

There is one book, and there is only one;

I read it night and day, I ask it all

And hear replies. Or think so. Most of the time.

Grace will save us; we do not need the Fall

For we can be saved beings under the sun.

The people come, and I am in my prime.

 

 

David Punter.