I suggested the rapture of God
They laughed at the very idea,
And it seemed to them almost as odd
As a message from Cassiopeia.

I liked Catholic ritual best.
They thought I was talking at random,
And mocked with a good deal of zest
At a trio of priests praying tandem.

I prated of mystic delight.
But to them my white dove was a pigeon,
My day divine nothing but night.
So I argued no more on religion.