I marched three miles through scorching sand, With zeal in heart, and notes in hand; I rode four more to great St Mary; Using four legs when two were weary. To three fair virgins I did tie men In the close band of pleasing hymen. I dipped two babes in holy water, And purified the mothers after. Within an hour, and eke a half, I preached three congregations deaf, Which, thundering out with lungs long-winded, I chopped so fast, that few there minded. My emblem, the laborious sun, Saw all these mighty labours done, Before one race of his was run; All this performed by Robert Hewit What mortal else could e'er go through it! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CASTAWAY by WILLIAM COWPER CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS ROMANCE by WALTER JAMES REDFERN TURNER ON THE PASSING OF THE LAST FIRE HORSE FROM MANHATTAN ISLAND by KENNETH SLADE ALLING SATIRE: 1 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS THE EVE OF BANNOCKBURN by JOHN BARBOUR |