WHAT, he on whom our voices unanimously ran, Made Pope at our last Conclave? Full low his life began: His father earned the daily bread as just a fisherman. So much the more his boy minds book, gives proof of mother-wit, Becomes first Deacon, and then Priest, then Bishop: see him sit No less than Cardinal erelong, while no one cries "Unfit!" But some one smirks, some other smiles, jogs elbow and nods head: Each winks at each: "I'-faith, a rise! Saint Peter's net, instead Of sword and keys, is come in vogue!" You think he blushes red? Not he, of humble holy heart! "Unworthy me!" he sighs: "From fisher's drudge to Church's prince -- it is indeed a rise: So, here's my way to keep the fact forever in my eyes!" And straightway in his palace-hall, where commonly is set Some coat-of-arms, some portraiture ancestral, lo, we met His mean estate's reminder in his fisher-father's net! Which step conciliates all and some, stops cavil in a trice: "The humble holy heart that holds of newborn pride no spice! He's just the saint to choose for Pope!" Each adds, "'T is my advice." So, Pope he was: and when we flocked -- its sacred slipper on -- To kiss his foot, we lifted eyes, alack, the thing was gone -- That guarantee of lowlihead, -- eclipsed that star which shone! Each eyed his fellow, one and all kept silence. I cried, "Pish! I'll make me spokesman for the rest, express the common wish. Why, Father, is the net removed?" "Son, it hath caught the fish." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE HEMP (A VIRGINIA LEGEND) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN AFTERGLOW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BALLROOM DARK by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |