Classic Poem

Hail! D — p — t of wondrous fame
Why so long before you came?
All our hopes began to fail
When we heard, you took a Sail;
But maugre all their Boats and Laws ,
You have found out a saving clause,
And got to Boston free from harm,
Except, by chance, a broken Arm.
We, greet your Rev'rence, on your coming
Being convinc'd, 'tis not a dunning,
Let White — d come and drain our Purses
And Cross — l load us with his Curses,
Let Ten — t sentence Foes to Hell
And Bu — l strip himself to yell,
You open, Sir , a chearful Spring
And teach us, young and old to Sing
For all are ours, Cephas and Paul
And young Apollos , whom they call.
Then let us sing, Hei derry down
As we walk about the Town
'Tis but a Fable, Sir we hate them.
Cantant Cicadae per Æstatem
But, granting this, from Winters cold
You may be shelter'd at Southold ,
Let Boston be your Summer-Seat
No danger of the raging Heat,
Itinerants , you need not fear
While White — d 's Name is held so dear,
Let Hartford , know here Leges nuper ,
Editae placent, et, insuper,
Now, all are ours, Cephas and Paul
And young Apollos with you all
Then let us sing, Hei derre down
Here we may sing from Town to Town.
Laymen, stir up your talent Gifts
For want of Learning use your Fists.
Artificers, your Weapons ply,
Coblers this Proverb is a lie,
'Tis carnal Reason, all a Sham
Ne Sutor, ultra Crepidam.
Sisters, no longer mind old Paul ,
To teach, we know you have a Call
For all are ours, Paul and Cephas
Apollos young, per Magnum fas ,
Then let us sing, Hei derry day .
And we will sing while that we may
And while we sing, eke we will Dance
Honi soit qui Mal y pence.
We hope to see old Halcyon Days
They'r now begun as Cross — l says,
Reason, no more shall show her Head,
Let Order, sleep among the Dead,
Blessed Confusion Now takes Place
A happy prelude to true Grace.
We shortly hope to see good Works
All left with Pagans , or to Turks ,
Abominable in their Nature
And must be left sooner or later.
Here what the ancient Record saith
All must be Sin that is not Faith,
And to this Truth we all consent
We can be good and not repent.
For Cephas, Paul and young Apollos
Are stirred up to come and call us
Then let us sing, Hei derry dum ,
The famous D AVEN — T is come
Opposers, call him not crack-Brain'd
Who has so long in Triumph reign'd,
Si talis, qualis, sit non Compos
We should be glad to get Sense from us.
With Babel 's Prince we'll graze; at least
We shortly hope to be all Beast,
And then no fear of moral Evil
Leave that to mongrel Beast and De — l.
Blockheads, once call'd, now show your Faces
Pregnant with Nonsense, ripe with Graces
Now is the Time to rise to light
You need but favour the New-Light.
Assurance be your constant Guest
If carnal Preachers give no rest,
'Till you like Lot are hous'd in Zoar
And thus our Sodom is no more
For Paul, Apollos, Cephas too
Are all our own. No more adieu,
Sing on dear Sir , and as you sing
We'll join the Chorus derre ding .