He'll go upward with a whiz,
And be, though more Celestial,
Less Majestic than he is.
As sure as that same crockery
Community are crackt,
Their spouts, and lids, and handles,
Will go smash, and that's a fact.
Though t be first and last of it,
In them there'll be no trust,
Till "with your leaf, or by your leaf,"