As chase or chancel led the way,
With shaven crown and cassock gray;
The fourth, a publican, sorry elf!
Who cared for no one but himself;
And the last, a chield, as we often ken,
Unknowing their ways in the walks of men.
And these departed homeward all,
Far holier than they came;
For the sights which their visions did appall—
The signs and sights in the haunted hall—