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