[Poems by Tabb in] John Bannister Tabb, The Priest-Poet | ||
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[St. Peter is the cornerstone]
St. Peter is the cornerstone,And if you build on Paul,
I greatly fear
Ere many a year
Your Church is doomed to fall.
So pray excuse
If I refuse
To heed your invitation,
Or have no heart
To take a part
In such a Mackin-ation.
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[This is the Catholic priest]
This is the Catholic priestWho in piety never increased.
With the world and the devil
He kept on a level
Tho' from flesh he was wholly released.
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THE ISSUE
In France they question now: Is Combes'The right of teaching Faith, or Rome's?
“That Pius Fraud,” thinks Combes, “shall see
That I am master here, not he.”
While thinks the Pope: “Since Peter's day
All little Cocks, Combes, crow that way.”
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[They might not need me]
They might not need meYet they might;
I'll let my heart be
Just in sight.
A smile so small as
Mine might be
Precisely their
Necessity.
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BY CONTRARIES
'Tis strange, but ominously true,When we are bright the skies are blue;
But, let them change their livery,
And in a moment blue are we.
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HIGH FLYERS
There once were two brothers named WrightWho rose in aerial flight;
But a poet I know
That much higher could go,
For he soared till he got out of sight.
[Poems by Tabb in] John Bannister Tabb, The Priest-Poet | ||