Fistus Christus (A Hymn in the Manner of Blake)

Fistus Christus was my name
Imparting fistus was my game
Fistus, fistus, every day
First for free, and then for pay
Fistus up and fistus down
Fistus blue and fistus brown
From Tiber to the oriental ocean
Fistus became my sole emotion
From forest Black to maple blossom
Fistus sheep and fistus possum
I do dance my merry way
Fistus, Fistus, joy and gay!

One day I shall reach the sky
And fistus into heavnl’y eye
Through the pillows of the clouds
With fistus rend the airy shrouds
Like some lost cosomaunt of old
They hear of me so oft’n told
That I, with arm like sturdy rod
Did reach out
and fistus the face of God.