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|* To the servants of God that are to be found in every denomination, these verses, of course, do not apply. -- H.K.--|
may have heard of Proclus, sir,
If you have been a reader;
And you may know a bit of her
Who helped the Lycian leader.
have my doubts -- the head you "sport"
Most likely you have stuck to tracts
But to my theme. The Asian sage,
He may have worshipped gods like Zeus,
However, it occurs to me
No doubt with "shepherds" of
But these are facts you can't deny,
To lift his brothers' thoughts above
To him all men were just the same --
The Lycian sage, my "reverend"
You, having read the Holy Writ --
What have you done to edify,
Is there no deed of yours at all
blatant bigot with a big
Fat heavy fetid carcass,
You well become your greasy "rig" --
You're not a second Arcas.
sort of "gospel" do you preach?
How many lives are growing gray
Some evil spirit curses you --
You seem to have a wicked joy
The brutal curses you eject
No man who shuns that little hole
And, hence the "Papist" by your
Because he has that faith which sees
God help the souls who grope in night --
The warm, soft air is tainted through
Now mount your musty pulpit -- thump,
At priest and parson spit and bark,
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