Classic Poem

A Snake from out his hole beneath
The cottage porch upon the heath
Crawled up and bit the infant son,
Who died from what the Snake had done.
The furious father with his flail
Missed the head, and mashed the tail.
And afterwards, for fear the Snake
On him might lethal vengeance take,
Set down some bread beside the hole,
To pacify and to cajole.
The Serpent hissed: " Between us twain
Henceforth no peace can be, 'tis plain:
Whene'er we meet, we will remember —
You your Son and I my Member. "

MORAL

It sometimes happens that a feud
Imperils Christian brotherhood.