Hieroglyph carved, or papyrus roll,
Every one hath a human soul.”
Over the sod
Mr. Rameses trod,
Softly and slow to the shrine of the God;
The High Priest solemnly waved his rod,
The doors roll’d back,
And there in a crack
The books stood reveal’d, such a queer-looking squad,
They gave each other a nudge and a prod