And sleuth-hounds of righteousness we.
Look out there, my brother! we're hot on your trail,
We'll find out how good you can be.
We would drive from our hearts the snake, tiger, and cub;
We're the Lodge of the Lovers. You're one of my club.
You belong to my church?
Yes, you go to my church—
Our names on the same old church roll—
The tide-waves of God
We believe are abroad