Here you will find the Poem The Churchwarden and The Apparition: A Fable of poet Thomas Chatterton
The night was cold, the wind was high, And stars bespangled all the sky; Churchwarden Joe had laid him down, And slept secure on bed of down; But still the pleasing hope of gain, That never left his active brain, Exposed the churchyard to his view, That seat of treasure wholly new. ?Pull down that cross,? he quickly cried, The mason instantly complied: When lo! behold, the golden prize Appears?joy sparkles in his eyes. The door now creaks, the window shakes, With sudden fear he starts and wakes; Quaking and pale, in eager haste His haggard eyes around he cast; A ghastly phantom, lean and wan, That instant rose, and thus began: ?Weak wretch?to think to blind my eyes! Hypocrisy's a thin disguise; Your humble mien and fawning tongue Have oft deceived the old and young. On this side now, and now on that, The very emblem of the bat: Whatever part you take, we know 'Tis only interest makes it so, And though with sacred zeal you burn, Religion's only for your turn; I'm Conscience called!? Joe greatly feared; The lightning flashed?it disappeared.
