The Halfway House, Part II

 
The saints with the lollipop eyes,

     In horsehair and camelskin clothes:

The Greeks with the gifts that surprise;

     The Romans right out of their baths;

          And also the slaves

          Of permanent waves;

Oh, the saints with the lollipop eyes

     Are getting us out with our lives.

 

The saints with the lollipop eyes,

     Who collar the lion for a lamb;

Who feast on a palm leaf, and rise

     Like the phoenix, when Memnon is dumb;

          The fleas in their hair

          Likewise at prayer;

Oh, the saints with the lollipop eyes,

     Are running ahead of us here.

 

The saints with the lollipop eyes,

     Painted and perfumed in Rome:

The spendthrifts, who blanched at the size

     Of their debts, and started for home;

          The bankers, no less

          Agog for success;

Oh, the saints with the lollipop eyes

     Are paying our way out of this.

 

The saints with the lollipop eyes,

     Rebuking the serpent with grace:

The lauded-right-up-to-the-skies,

     Whose haloes shine round like a place

          With brightness that whirls

          From their glittering curls:

Oh, the saints with the lollipop eyes

     Are longing to show us the road at an end

          And each one a friend;

Oh, the saints are exchanging our pebbles for pearls.