Authors: Beth Cato
To my agent, Rebecca Strauss
. . . Drop down, fleecy Fog! and hide
Her sceptic sneer, and all her pride.
Wrap her, Fog, in gown and hood
Of her Franciscan Brotherhood.
Hide me her faults, her sin and blame;
With thy gray mantle cloak her shame!
So shall she, cowlÃ¨d, sit and pray
Till morning bears her sins away.
Then rise, O fleecy Fog, and raise
The glory of her coming days . . .