POEMS OF DAWN: page 299
A king in procession had come to the town,
Riding an ass that was playing the clown:
For as people hailed and saluted their King
And started in joy his great praises to sing,
The ass made a curtsy and smiled and bowed
And sat down to salute the worshipping crowd.
The King in his rage had the ass fully stripped.
And there on the street had him publically whipped.
Which reminds us of some that our Master has used
Who, puffed up with pride, their office abused;
And not honouring Him in all their ways,
They took to themselves His honour and praise-
But pride brings destruction, or something quite near it,
And so they were stripped of the Truth and its spirit;
For they are devoid of true wisdom, alas
Who possess the audacity of the ass!
*Regarding his misguided statements as to what we could expect in 1925, he (J.F.Rutherford) once confessed to us at Bethel, "I made an ass of myself." The Watchtower-October 1,1984 page 24, bottom of page
Edited by - Scorpion on 5 February 2001 1:21:21