A Welcome

Because you call yourself Knights Templars, and
There’s neither Knight nor Temple in the land⁠—
  Because you thus by vain pretense degrade
To paltry purposes traditions grand⁠—

Because to cheat the ignorant you say
The thing that’s not, elated still to sway
  The crass credulity of gaping fools
And women by fantastical display⁠—

Because no sacred fires did ever warm
Your hearts, high knightly service to perform⁠—
  A woman’s breast or coffer of a man
The only citadel you dare to storm⁠—

Because while railing still at lord and peer,
At pomp and fuss-and-feathers while you jeer,
  Each member of your order tries to graft
A peacock’s tail upon his barren rear⁠—

Because that all these things are thus and so,
I bid you welcome to our city. Lo!
  You’re free to come, and free to stay, and free,
As soon as it shall please you, sirs⁠—to go.