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Talking of sects till late one eve, / Of the various doctrines the saints believe, / That night I stood in a troubled dream, / By the side of a darkly flowing stream.
And a "Churchman" down to the river came: / When I heard a strange voice call his name, / "Good father, stop; when you cross this tide / You must leave your robes on the other side."