Gunild’s spectacles
Since she, with nose both pinched and
squeezed,
Through
glass discs by the urge to read
The Holy Scripture has been seized,
Old
Nick must for us intercede,
For
just as they enlarge the words
In her great velvet-covered book
With
silver hooks,
She
now takes far too large a look
At every fellow mortal’s faults upon this earth.
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