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The Vision of the Pope.
’Twas e’en now dark,—so for the lark
We took the rail to Rome,
To look around, on holy ground,
And catch the Pope “at-home!”
When we got there, we had a stare,
At things that set us thinking;
At knavish priests, and secret feasts,
And Virgin Marys’ winking!
The new-made Nun, was at her fun,
With sister near to dress her;
She donn’d the clothes of good Ambrose,
And then tried to—confess her.
The Abbess meek, she gave a squeak,
For in her cushioned chair,
Some Friar Tuck sharp pins had stuck,
That prick’d her everywhere!
