THE ROBBER ROBB'D.

THE ROBBER ROBB'D.

I.

A certain Priest had hoarded up
  A mass of secret Gold.
And where he might bestow it safe
  He knew not to be bold.

II.

At last it came into his Thought
  To lock it in a Chest
Within the Chancel; and he wrote
  Thereon, "Hic Deus est."

III.

A merry Grig, whose greedy Mind
  Did long for such a Prey,
Respecting not the Sacred Words
  That on the Casket lay,

IV.

Took out the Gold, and blotting out
  The Priest's Inscript thereon,
Wrote, "Resurrexit, non est hic":
  "Your God is rose and gone."