<h4><SPAN name="BALLADE_DUNE_GRANDE_DAME" id="BALLADE_DUNE_GRANDE_DAME"></SPAN>BALLADE D'UNE GRANDE DAME</h4>
<p>Heaven shall forgive you Bridge at dawn,<br/>
The clothes you wear—or do not wear—<br/>
And Ladies' Leap-frog on the lawn<br/>
And dyes and drugs, and <i>petits verres.</i><br/>
Your vicious things shall melt in air ...<br/>
... But for the Virtuous Things you do,<br/>
The Righteous Work, the Public Care,<br/>
It shall not be forgiven you.<br/>
<br/>
Because you could not even yawn<br/>
When your Committees would prepare<br/>
To have the teeth of paupers drawn,<br/>
Or strip the slums of Human Hair;<br/>
Because a Doctor Otto Maehr<br/>
Spoke of "a segregated few"—<br/>
And you sat smiling in your chair—<br/>
It shall not be forgiven you.<br/>
<br/>
Though your sins cried to—-Father Vaughan,<br/>
These desperate you could not spare<br/>
Who steal, with nothing left to pawn;<br/>
You caged a man up like a bear<br/>
For ever in a jailor's care<br/>
Because his sins were more than <i>two</i> ...<br/>
... I know a house in Hoxton where<br/>
It shall not be forgiven you.<br/>
<br/>
ENVOI<br/>
<br/>
Princess, you trapped a guileless Mayor<br/>
To meet some people that you knew ...<br/>
When the Last Trumpet rends the air<br/>
It shall not be forgiven you.<br/>
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