A Man Deserving Grace

So long had my heart been unmoved—

Within lingered notes not sustained;

With his beat its dancing improved.

The Muse sought could not be who soothed—

Freely flowed verse, but, none was veined;

So long had my heart been unmoved.

His swerving sermon baseline grooved

Into its wax—his words remained

With his beat its dancing improved.

A stubborn beast, it was behooved,

Should not cavort, not until trained.

So long had my heart been unmoved.

Softly, his pupil he reproved—

Repercussively, he explained;

With his beat its dancing improved.

The Examination he approved

Has left its movements unrestrained.

So long had my heart been unmoved;

With his beat its dancing improved.