A certain Priest had hoarded up
A mass of secret Gold.
And where he might bestow it safe
He knew not to be bold.

II.

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,

IV.

Took out the Gold, and blotting out
The Priest's Inscript thereon,
Wrote, "Resurrexit, non est hic":
"Your God is rose and gone."