Spiritual
Spiritual is a poem written by L. C. Davis published in St. Louis Post-Dispatch on 16 april 1922.
Spiritual
The great Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Is now on our beloved soil,
To tell us all about our future "plane."
He'll tell us where we go from here, And designate the proper sphere
Where we will start to carry on again.
"Ho, Watson! bring the needle quick,
For I would fain pull off a trick,
And show 'em how the great and only Doyle
Can in a trice materialize
The spirits of departed guys,
Who've lately shuffled off their mortal coil.
"I'll summon Sherlock to the front
And have him do a little stunt,
To show the people I am not a fake.
And if they cross my palm with dough,
I'll tell them where they're due to go
And all abount the proper route to take."
