As sinners climb those rungs of stone
does Sulis help them to atone?
To puratory they slip and slide
through ages down the Abbey's side.
Victorians, Georgians came and went
through wigs and gowns and ornament.
Bath rests so easy on the eye;
canal and river rippling by.
The years are kind to mellow stone,
though ages past haunt those alone.
In Roman Bath or city street
shades pass you by on silent feet.
Beau Nash and Austin are about -
that they are here there is no doubt.
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