A Welcome

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A Welcome

Because you call yourself Knights Templars, and

There’s neither Knight nor Temple in the land⁠—

Because you thus by vain pretense degrade

To paltry purposes traditions grand⁠—

Because to cheat the ignorant you say

The thing that’s not, elated still to sway

The crass credulity of gaping fools

And women by fantastical display⁠—

Because no sacred fires did ever warm

Your hearts, high knightly service to perform⁠—

A woman’s breast or coffer of a man

The only citadel you dare to storm⁠—

Because while railing still at lord and peer,

At pomp and fuss-and-feathers while you jeer,

Each member of your order tries to graft

A peacock’s tail upon his barren rear⁠—

Because that all these things are thus and so,

I bid you welcome to our city. Lo!

You’re free to come, and free to stay, and free,

As soon as it shall please you, sirs⁠—to go.