The fatal spot, when, with his talisman
Uplifted, uttering words of mighty power,
The pious pastor, with firm step and slow
Approached the dreaded form, though, strange to tell,
The wicked Tempter seemed to stand his ground,
Nearer and nearer they advance, and then
Ascend the stairs, armed for the conflict dire.
But, now, the shameless mockery unveiled
Shows but the head and horns of an old sheep,
A moment’s pause, and, then a pleasant smile