Being an epistle to Paul. From Temperance
It comes! The monster rearing high,
Against the lurid western sky,
Its horrid, hissing Hydrant Heads,
While o’er the shuddering land it sheds
A dreary pall of waste and woe
And chilling streams of H2O.
Now saints defend us, one and all,
And most especially Saint Paul,
Thou patron saint of Honest Fighting