 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
“BONUS DORMITAT HOMERUS.”
St. Peter sometimes nods and drops his keys,
Before he shuts to eyes profane the gate,
And then all Heaven is in a dreadful state,
Like an upset and outraged hive of bees;
Before he shuts to eyes profane the gate,
And then all Heaven is in a dreadful state,
Like an upset and outraged hive of bees;
Till some archangel smites the porter's gate,
And brings him promptly yawning to his knees,
With half a smothered prayer and all a sneeze,
That snuffs the candles out as sure as fate.
And brings him promptly yawning to his knees,
With half a smothered prayer and all a sneeze,
That snuffs the candles out as sure as fate.
But now the mischief is a finished fact,
That grows at once a miserable centre,
Where circle troubles and whence others enter;
That grows at once a miserable centre,
Where circle troubles and whence others enter;
For ere the culprit can deny his act,
Or with intruders make some sort of pact,
In rushes through the door some d---d Dissenter.
Or with intruders make some sort of pact,
In rushes through the door some d---d Dissenter.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |