With God in His cold blue sky,

And my boy in the cold blue sea.

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THE FEAST OF THE PASSIONS.

It wouldn't be fair to Belshazzar

When speaking of madness and mirth,

To draw from his revel a moral

For conscienceless sin in the earth,

For 'tis certain the King of Chaldea

Took note of the hand on the wall,

But here at the Feast of the Passions

We never take heed at all.

The same gods grin at the banquet—

The idols of silver and gold—

While we drink from the cups of the Temple

As they did in the days of old,

But the finger of God is unheeded,

His warning misunderstood,

As "Mene" is written in lightning,

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