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EPIGRAM,
On seeing an old spar and chain sticking out of the church belfry for several weeks.
Ye churchmen, cease awhile your prayer,
And listen to my rhyme;
I'll make a proposition fair
Just in the “nick of time.”
And listen to my rhyme;
I'll make a proposition fair
Just in the “nick of time.”
For six long weeks, or thereabout,
Relieved against the sky,
I 've seen a spar and chain stick out
Far up the steeple high.
Relieved against the sky,
I 've seen a spar and chain stick out
Far up the steeple high.
Now I debated in my mind
What good that spar could do,
But not divining, tried to find
Some use to put it to.
What good that spar could do,
But not divining, tried to find
Some use to put it to.
So to the chain you'll add a crook,
And bait it well with evil,
And I will lay, sirs, that you'll hook
That graceless wight, the d---l.
And bait it well with evil,
And I will lay, sirs, that you'll hook
That graceless wight, the d---l.
Now for a bait I 've one in view
That no fiend can resist.—
Should not the proposition do,
Pray keep the matter whist.
That no fiend can resist.—
Should not the proposition do,
Pray keep the matter whist.
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