Passed so many centuries, As pass the clouds in the skies. Today in many a State If you e'er inhabited, Of crimes you'd be suspected Of threatening suckers at State, And saving souls on ships wrecked.
Hear not a Christian dreamer! Better stay with your Father, And mourns no more your Mother. It will always be better To see Holy Sepulcher, Blessing for a believer, Than a house of your beater.