by Anthony Hecht
The penniless Indian fakirs and their camels
Slip through the needle’s eye
To bliss (for neither flesh nor spirit trammels
Such as are prone to die)
And from emaciate heaven they behold
Our sinful kings confer
Upon an infant huge tributes of gold
And frankincense and myrrh.
Source: from The Hard Hours by Anthony Hecht, 1967.
Seven Deadly Sins
Composer(s): Robert Beaser
Song(s): 1. Pride