THE ROBBER ROBB'D.
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A certain Priest had hoarded up A mass of secret Gold. And where he might bestow it safe He knew not to be bold.
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At last it came into his Thought To lock it in a Chest Within the Chancel; and he wrote Thereon, "Hic Deus est."
III.
A merry Grig, whose greedy Mind Did long for such a Prey, Respecting not the Sacred Words That on the Casket lay,
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Took out the Gold, and blotting out The Priest's Inscript thereon, Wrote, "Resurrexit, non est hic": "Your God is rose and gone."