BATS IN SUNSHINEWell, Mr. Kemble, you are called, I think,A great divine, and I'm a great profane.You as a Congregationalist blinkSome certain truths that I esteem a gain,And drop them in the coffers of my brain,Pleased with the pretty music of their chink.Perhaps your spiritual wealth is suchA golden truth or two don't count for much.You say that you've no patience with such stuffAs by Rinan is writ, and when you read(Whydoyou read?) have hardly strength enoughTo hold your hand from flinging the vile screedInto the fire. That were a wasteful deedWhich you'd repent in sackcloth extra rough;For books cost money, and I'm told you careTo lay up treasures Here as well as There.I fear, good, pious soul, that you mistakeYour thrift for toleration. Never mind:Rinan in any case would hardly breakHis great, strong, charitable heart to findThe bats and owls of your myopic kindPained by the light that his ideas make.'Tis Truth's best purpose to shine in at holesWhere cower the Kembles, to confound their souls!
Well, Mr. Kemble, you are called, I think,A great divine, and I'm a great profane.You as a Congregationalist blinkSome certain truths that I esteem a gain,And drop them in the coffers of my brain,Pleased with the pretty music of their chink.Perhaps your spiritual wealth is suchA golden truth or two don't count for much.You say that you've no patience with such stuffAs by Rinan is writ, and when you read(Whydoyou read?) have hardly strength enoughTo hold your hand from flinging the vile screedInto the fire. That were a wasteful deedWhich you'd repent in sackcloth extra rough;For books cost money, and I'm told you careTo lay up treasures Here as well as There.I fear, good, pious soul, that you mistakeYour thrift for toleration. Never mind:Rinan in any case would hardly breakHis great, strong, charitable heart to findThe bats and owls of your myopic kindPained by the light that his ideas make.'Tis Truth's best purpose to shine in at holesWhere cower the Kembles, to confound their souls!