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Ode To A Hat.

    By Thomas Moore



            --altum aedificat caput."
            JUVENAL

    1826.


    Hail, reverent Hat!--sublime mid all
        The minor felts that round thee grovel;--
    Thou that the Gods "a Delta" call
        While meaner mortals call the "shovel."
    When on thy shape (like pyramid,
        Cut horizontally in two)[1]
    I raptured gaze, what dreams unbid
        Of stalls and mitres bless my view!

    That brim of brims so sleekly good--
        Not flapt, like dull Wesleyans', down,
    But looking (as all churchmen's should)
        Devoutly upward--towards the crown.

    Gods! when I gaze upon that brim,
        So redolent of Church all over,
    What swarms of Tithes in vision dim,--
    Some-pig-tailed, some like cherubim,
        With ducklings' wings--around it hover!
    Tenths of all dead and living things,
    That Nature into being brings,
    From calves and corn to chitterlings.

    Say, holy Hat, that hast, of cocks,
    The very cock most orthodox.
    To which of all the well-fed throng
    Of Zion,[2] joy'st thou to belong?
    Thou'rt not Sir Harcourt Lees's--no-
        For hats grow like the heads that wear 'em:
    And hats, on heads like his, would grow
        Particularly harum-scarum.

    Who knows but thou mayst deck the pate
    Of that famed Doctor Ad-mth-te,
    (The reverend rat, whom we saw stand
    On his hind-legs in Westmoreland,)
    Who changed so quick from blue to yellow,
        And would from yellow back to blue,
    And back again, convenient fellow,
        If 'twere his interest so to do.

    Or haply smartest of triangles,
        Thou art the hat of Doctor Owen;
    The hat that, to his vestry wrangles,
        That venerable priest doth go in,--
    And then and there amid the stare
    Of all St. Olave's, takes the chair
    And quotes with phiz right orthodox
        The example of his reverend brothers,
    To prove that priests all fleece their flocks
        And he must fleece as well as others.

    Blest Hat! (whoe'er thy lord may be)
    Thus low I take off mine to thee,
    The homage of a layman's castor,
    To the spruce delta of his pastor.
    Oh mayst thou be, as thou proceedest,
        Still smarter cockt, still brusht the brighter,
    Till, bowing all the way, thou leadest
        Thy sleek possessor to a mitre!



Extra Info:
[1] So described by a Reverend Historian of the Church:--"A Delta hat like the horizontal section of a pyramid."--GRANT'S "History of the English Church."

[2] Archbishop Magee affectionately calls the Church Establishment of Ireland "the little Zion."



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