THERE lived in the desert a holy manTo whom a goat-footed Faun one day Paid a visit, and thus beganTo his surprise: "I entreat thee to pray That grace to me and my friends may be given, That we may be able to mount to Heaven, For great is our thirst for heav'nly bliss."The holy man made answer to this:
"Much danger is lurking in thy petition, Nor will it be easy to gain admission;Thou dost not come with an angel's salute;For I see thou wearest a cloven foot."
The wild man paused, and then answer'd he:
"What doth my goat's foot matter to thee?
Full many I've known into heaven to pass Straight and with ease, with the head of an ass!"1815.*
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