And couldst not fall but with thy Country's Fate.




THE ROBBER ROBB'D.


I.

A certain Priest had hoarded up
A mass of secret Gold.
And where he might bestow it safe
He knew not to be bold.

II.

At last it came into his Thought
To lock it in a Chest
Within the Chancel; and he wrote
Thereon, "_Hic Deus est_."

III.

A merry Grig, whose greedy Mind
Did long for such a Prey,
Respecting not the Sacred Words
That on the Casket lay,

IV.