Elijah of old ancient times was a man of many, many minds!

Long did he live in noble deeds, in dealing comfort to men's needs,

In these, our modern, modest days, all men have greatly changed their ways—

Jehovah's laws do not control the wickedness of every soul.

All those who know as well as I while on this earth will not decry

He who will bad men reform—Hail, Coffin! who for us was born!

Godfrey is his second name, and now he reaps most enviable fame:

Our watchword is both day and nights—while o'er him floats the Stars and Stripes—

"Do unto us as you would choose, that others do to you and yours!"

Faithful to her life-long trust, a wife, a mother, true and just,

Resolves to help both maid and man and lend an ever helping hand—

Each day and night they toil and pray for boys and girls to mend their way,

Yet they do not toil all in vain for the great good done the human train.

"Coffin" is a word some shun, for it takes man when on earth he's done

Out to the churchyard laid in clay, for ages sanctioned such a way.

For us poor sinners here in "hell" a Coffin sent makes us feel well,

For often he does ease the pains we feel in both our hearts and brains.

In endless joy may they have peace for kindness they have done to us—

Not one of us, though cursed with sin, will e'er forget our friends Coffin.

CANTO SECOND—LAST, BUT NOT LEAST!

Mistress she is of the Coffin shrine, and so it's been for years of time!

In holy wedlock girls and boys have been the idols of their joys!

She bids her Lord Elijah bide a faithful servant by her side,

To aid her with a helping hand to raise poor, wretched, fallen man.

Real sympathy for the prisoner's woe, she seeds of comfort tries to sow

Ere long before it is too late to save poor sinner from his fate;

She "cookies" make, with pearls all set, and puts them in Elijah's hat,

She then does send him on his way, while for the prisoner she does pray.

Mary silently did keep the watch o'er Christ while he did sleep;

All her protege she will save if her Lord will help her brave

Roaring storms of vice and ire, kindled by a vengeful fire!

You may guess for all the rest, let me say she'll do her best!

Coffins, to you let us turn! and all crime forever spurn!

Only aid us in this strife to fight manfully for life.

Father Elijah! Mother Mary! for our welfare do not tarry!

Fear you not! for the good you've done has saved many a fallen one!

In our hearts we oft despair as we linger in this lair—

Not for long tho' when we've seen—Father Elijah and Mary, his Queen!