ONE AND ONE ARE TWOThe trumpet sounded and the deadCame forth from earth and ocean,And Pickering arose and spedAloft with wobbling motion."What makes him fly lop-sided?" criedA soul of the elected."One ear was wax," a rogue replied,"And isn't resurrected."Below him on the pitted plain,By his abandoned hollow,His hair and teeth tried all in vainThe rest of him to follow.Saint Peter, seeing him ascend,Came forward to the wicket,And said: "My mutilated friend,I'll thank you for your ticket.""TheCall," said Pickering, his handTo reach the latch extended.Said Peter, affable and bland:"The free-list is suspended—"What claim have you that's valid here?"That ancient vilifierReflected; then, with look austere,Replied: "I am a liar."Said Peter: "That is simple, neatAnd candid Anglo-Saxon,But—well, come in, and take a seatUp there by Colonel Jackson."
The trumpet sounded and the deadCame forth from earth and ocean,And Pickering arose and spedAloft with wobbling motion."What makes him fly lop-sided?" criedA soul of the elected."One ear was wax," a rogue replied,"And isn't resurrected."Below him on the pitted plain,By his abandoned hollow,His hair and teeth tried all in vainThe rest of him to follow.Saint Peter, seeing him ascend,Came forward to the wicket,And said: "My mutilated friend,I'll thank you for your ticket.""TheCall," said Pickering, his handTo reach the latch extended.Said Peter, affable and bland:"The free-list is suspended—"What claim have you that's valid here?"That ancient vilifierReflected; then, with look austere,Replied: "I am a liar."Said Peter: "That is simple, neatAnd candid Anglo-Saxon,But—well, come in, and take a seatUp there by Colonel Jackson."