text:  Lo! when the venal pomp proceeds From echoing town to town! The clam'rous preacher and his train Organ and bell with sound inane The crimson cross the book the keys The flag that spreads before the breeze The triple-belted crown! It wends its way; and straw is sold-- Yea! deadly drugs for heavy gold To feeble hearts whose pulse is fear; And though some smile and many sneer There's none will dare to frown