Excerpt from Prickly Pear Blossoms What I See, And What I Think. I see in church a smooth-tonged priestHis congregation's alms imploreFor 'nighted heathen doomed to restIn igrance on Afric's shore;Soon ev'ry eye is filled with tears, And ev ry plate with gold replete, -I think of th' awful oaths one hearsFrom drunkards in this very street. I see within a field a crowdAround a man of oily face, I've got a call! he cries aloud, And calls himself a Child of Grace, And vows that all who dare gainsayHis creed for Hell are surely bound -I think about the donkey's brayThat greets me from th' adjacent pound. I see a duchess seek in stateSt. James's, upon drawing-room days, A coronet decks her brow elate, On either hand bright jewels blaze; About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.