A game of cups; a stall of shuffling shells
is all there is to man’s great boast of self;
the merchant singing his deceitful yells:
“come, win a gleaming trophy for your shelf!”
We give our credit to the thrilling game,
predicting, watching for the cycling coin,
forgetting we’ve a court to press our claim
for richer gain: a bridegroom to adjoin.
That one and only Spouse is Jesu Christ,
who, calm and with a logic wholly sound,
removes our superstitions (highly priced!)
and plucks addicted minds from their ill round.
Be not afraid, if tricked by Satan’s lore;
the holy Lamb of God has gone before.

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