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XXXVIII.
THE CHURCH IN A ROW.
Let dogs and other “varmint” take delightIn tearing, growling, worrying and biting,—
But when good Christian people take to fighting,
The heathen round about them laugh outright.
Fancy a temple with God's spirit fled;
Brother meets brother on the Sabbath day,
And furious saints belligerent fists do sway,
Or, with the fixins, break each other's head.
Curses ascend the roof, the air is thick
With violence, and holy spite, and malice,
And wrath is measured in a brimming chalice,
And Decency stands back, and Faith turns sick;
The Devil triumphs where Love should prevail,
And wags delightedly his forkéd tail.
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