The Scarecrow
Here is a tale for prelates and for parsons: There was a scarecrow once, a thing of tatters And sticks and straw, to whom men trusted matters Of weighty moment murders, thefts and arsons. None saw he was a scarecrow. Every worship And honour his. Men set him in high places, And ladies primped their bodies, tinged their faces, And kneeled to him as slaves to some great Sirship. One night a storm, none knew it, blew to pieces Our jackstraw friend, and the sweet air of heaven Knew him no more, and was no longer tainted. Then learned doctors put him in their theses: The State set up his statue: and thought, even As thought the Church, perhaps he should be sainted.
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