Classic Poem

Let me see: — in a list of the spirits of evil,
What names should we happen to find;
Hobgoblin, and demon, ghost, sprite, fiend, and devil,
And a little imp ling'ring behind.

What a terrible set to form a community,
Did reason not scout such a thought;
We laugh at these dreams, while living in unity ,
With peace, joy, and innocence, fraught.

Thus I've guess'd at the meaning of Lacey's Charade,
And impunity hope I may gain;
If not, I must look for some better man's aid,
And in future from riddling refrain.