You alone in Europe are not ancient oh Christianity

The most modern European is you Pope Pius X

And you whom the windows observe shame keeps you

From entering a church and confessing this morning

You read the prospectuses the catalogues the billboards that sing aloud

That's the poetry this morning and for the prose there are the newspapers

There are the 25 centime serials full of murder mysteries

Portraits of great men and a thousand different headlines

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