The patron saint of printers let him stand,
Ever—in every English-speaking land!).
Is it the Press, made multiform by Hoe,
Who lives, the triumph of his brain to know,
And views his monster proudly, as it drips
Fresh news from off its tapering finger-tips?
Far can the Press its many mandates fling;
And yet we cannot hail it Sanctum King!
Who then this Sanctum King, of mighty fame?
Is it that lad of uncelestial name,