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I dreamt that I was Lord of all,
And sat in heaven proudly;
The angels, ranged around my throne,
All praised my verses loudly.
And cakes I ate, and comfits too,
In value many a florin;
And Cardinal I drank the while,
And had no need of scorin’.
Plagued by ennui, I long’d to be
On earth, with all its evil;
And were I not the Lord of all,
I’d fain have been the devil.
Thou long-legg’d Angel, Gabriel, go,
And hasten downward thither,
And find my worthy friend Eugene,
And bring him to me hither.
Within the College seek him not,
But o’er a glass of brandy;
Seek for him not in Hedwig’s Church,
But at Miss Meyer’s so handy.
The Angel then spread out his wings,
And with his whole soul in it
Flew down, and seized my worthy friend,
And brought him in a minute.
Ay, youth, I am the Lord of all,
And rule o’er every nation;
I always told thee I should come
To power and reputation.
Each day I work such miracles
As greatly would delight thee;
The town of A—— I’ll happy make
To-day, and so excite thee.
The paving-stones upon the road
Shall all be now converted,
And, lo, an oyster, fresh and clear,
In each shall be inserted.
A constant shower of lemon-juice
Like dew, shall serve as pickle,
And in the gutters of the streets
The finest wine shall trickle.
How all the A—er’s straight rejoice,
And to the banquet hasten!
The judges from the gutter drink
As if it were a basin.
And how at this divine repast
Rejoice the poets needy!
Lieutenants lick the streets quite dry,
And ensigns poor and greedy.
The ensigns and lieutenants are
Wise in their generation;
They always think the present time
The weightiest in creation.