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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Impertinent Poems, by Edmund Vance Cooke
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+Title: Impertinent Poems
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+Author: Edmund Vance Cooke
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+Release Date: September 20, 2010 [EBook #33770]
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+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 417px;">
+<img src="images/fig001.jpg" width="417" height="650" alt="Page 57." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 57.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<h1>Impertinent Poems</h1>
+
+<h3>By</h3>
+
+<h2>Edmund Vance Cooke</h2>
+
+<h4>Author of</h4>
+
+<p class="center">
+"Chronicles of the Little Tot"<br />
+"Told to the Little Tot"<br />
+"Rimes to Be Read"<br />
+Etc.<br />
+</p>
+
+<h4>With Illustrations by</h4>
+
+<h3>Gordon Ross</h3>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10"><i>Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>And whether he's slow, or spry,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><i>But only&mdash;how did you die?</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center">
+New York<br />
+Dodge Publishing Company<br />
+220 East 23rd Street<br />
+<br />
+Copyright, 1903, by<br />
+Edmund Vance Cooke<br />
+<br />
+Copyright, 1907, by<br />
+Dodge Publishing Company<br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>A PRE-IMPERTINENCE.</h2>
+
+
+<p>Anticipating the intelligent critic of "Impertinent Poems," it may well
+be remarked that the chief impertinence is in calling them poems. Be
+that as it may, the editors and publishers of "The Saturday Evening
+Post," "Success" and "Ainslee's," and, in a lesser degree,
+"Metropolitan," "Independent," "Booklovers'" and "New York Herald" share
+with the author the reproach of first promoting their publicity. That
+they are now willing to further reduce their share of the burden by
+dividing it with the present publishers entitles them to the thanks of
+the author and the gratitude of the book-buying public.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+E. V. C.
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 212px;">
+<img src="images/fig004.jpg" width="212" height="250" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>INDEX.</h2>
+
+
+<p>
+<span class="tocnum">PAGE</span><br />
+<br />
+Are You You?                                                       <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_59'>59</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Better                                                             <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_83'>83</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Between Two Thieves                                                <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_71'>71</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Blood is Red                                                       <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_33'>33</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Bubble-Flies, The                                                  <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_61'>61</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Choice, The                                                        <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_68'>68</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Conscience Pianissimo                                              <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_47'>47</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Conservative, The                                                  <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_40'>40</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Critics, The                                                       <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_89'>89</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Dead Men's Dust                                                    <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_11'>11</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Desire                                                             <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_99'>99</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Diagnosis                                                          <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_35'>35</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Dilettant, The                                                     <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_38'>38</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Distance and Disenchantment                                        <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_77'>77</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Don't Take Your Troubles to Bed                                    <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_22'>22</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Don't You?                                                         <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_16'>16</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Eternal Everyday, The                                              <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_21'>21</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Failure                                                            <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_23'>23</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Familiarity Breeds Contempt                                        <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_95'>95</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Family Resemblance                                                 <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_79'>79</a></span><br />
+<br />
+First Person Singular, The                                         <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_66'>66</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Forget What the Other Man Hath                                     <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_85'>85</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Get Next                                                           <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_57'>57</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Good                                                               <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_24'>24</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Grill, The                                                         <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_30'>30</a></span><br />
+<br />
+How Did You Die?                                                  <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_103'>103</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Humbler Heroes                                                     <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_45'>45</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Hush                                                               <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_41'>41</a></span><br />
+<br />
+In Nineteen Hundred and Now                                        <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_14'>14</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Island, The                                                        <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_43'>43</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Let's Be Glad We're Living                                         <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_26'>26</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Move                                                               <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_55'>55</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Need                                                               <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_81'>81</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Pass                                                               <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_51'>51</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Plug                                                               <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_92'>92</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Price, The                                                         <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_60'>60</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Publicity                                                          <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_53'>53</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Qualified                                                          <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_63'>63</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Saving Clause, The                                                 <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_70'>70</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Song of Rest, A                                                    <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_97'>97</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Spectator, The                                                     <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_73'>73</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Spread Out                                                         <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_37'>37</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Squealer, The                                                      <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_75'>75</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Success                                                            <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_28'>28</a></span><br />
+<br />
+There Is, Oh, So Much                                             <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_101'>101</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Vision, The                                                        <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_32'>32</a></span><br />
+<br />
+What Are You Doing?                                                <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_65'>65</a></span><br />
+<br />
+What Sort Are You?                                                 <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_87'>87</a></span><br />
+<br />
+Whet, The                                                          <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_86'>86</a></span><br />
+<br />
+World Runs On, The                                                 <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_49'>49</a></span><br />
+<br />
+You Too                                                            <span class="tocnum"><a href='#Page_18'>18</a></span><br />
+</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>IMPERTINENT POEMS</h2>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 650px;">
+<img src="images/fig010.jpg" width="650" height="360" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<h2>DEAD MEN'S DUST.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You don't buy poetry. (Neither do I.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You cannot afford it? Bosh! you spend<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Editions de luxe</i> on a thirsty friend.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can buy any one of the poetry bunch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the price you pay for a business lunch.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't you suppose that a hungry head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like an empty stomach, ought to be fed?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Looking into myself, I find this true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I hardly can figure it false in you.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And you don't <i>read</i> poetry very much.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">(Such<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is my own case also.) "But," you cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I haven't the time." Beloved, you lie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a scandal happens in Buffalo,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You ponder the details, con and pro;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If poets were pugilists, couldn't you tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which of the poets licked John L.?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If poets were counts, could your wife be fooled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As to which of the poets married a Gould?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And even <i>my</i> books might have some hope<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If poetry books were books of dope.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You're a little bit swift," you say to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">"See!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You open your library. There you show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your "favorite poets," row on row,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chaucer, Shakespeare, Tennyson, Poe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A Homer unread, an uncut Horace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wholly forgotten William Morris.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My friend, my friend, can it be you thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That these were poets whom you had bought?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These are dead men's bones. You bought their mummies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To display your style, like clothing dummies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when do they talk to you? Some one said<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That these were poets which should be read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So here they stand. But tell me, pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many poets who live to-day<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Have you, of your own volition, sought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Discovered and tested, proved and <i>bought</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a grateful glow that the dollar you spent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Netted the poet his ten per cent.?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But hold on," you say, "I am reading <i>you</i>."<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">True,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And pitying, too, the sorry end<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the dog I tried this on. My friend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I <i>can</i> write poetry&mdash;good enough<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So you wouldn't look at the worthy stuff.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But knowing what you prefer to read<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm setting the pace at about your speed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being rather convinced these truths will hold you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A little bit better than if I'd told you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A genuine poem and forgotten to scold you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides, when I open my little room<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see <i>my</i> poets, each in his tomb,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his mouth dust-stopped, I turn from the shelf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I must scold you, or scold myself.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p>
+<h2>IN NINETEEN HUNDRED AND NOW.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thomas Moore, at the present date,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is chiefly known as "a ten-cent straight."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Walter, the Scot, is forgiven his rimes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because of his tales of stirring times.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">William Morris's fame will wear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As a practical man who made a chair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And even Shakespere's memory's green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Less because he's read than because he's seen.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then why should a poet make his bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the year of nineteen hundred and now?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Homer himself, if he could but speak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would admit that most of his stuff is Greek.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chaucer would no doubt own his tongue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was the broken speech of the land when young.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shelley's a sealed-up book, and Byron<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is chiefly recalled as a masculine siren.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poe has a perch on the chamber door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the populace read him "Nevermore."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spenser fitted his day, as all allow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But this is nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tennyson's chiefly given away<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To callow girls on commencement day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alfred Austin, entirely solemn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is quoted most in the funny column.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riley's Hoosiers have made their pile<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And moved to the city to live in style.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Kipling's compared to "The Man Who Was,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the rest of us write with little cause,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till publishers shy at talk of per cents.,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But offer to print "at author's expense."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, once the "celestial fire" burned bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the world now calls for electric light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Pegasus, too, is run by meter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being trolleyized to make him fleeter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I throw the stylus away and set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Myself at the typewriter alphabet<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To spell some message I find within<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which shall also scratch your rawhide skin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For you must read it, if I learn how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To write for nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DON'T YOU?</h2>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 650px;">
+<img src="images/fig015.jpg" width="650" height="342" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the plan which I have, to grow suddenly rich<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Grows weary of leg and drops into the ditch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And scheme follows scheme<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like the web of a dream<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To glamor and glimmer and shimmer and seem,...<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Only seem;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then, when the world looks unfadably blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If my rival sails by<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his head in the sky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sings "How is business?" why, what do I do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, I claim that I aim to be honest and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I sometimes lie. Don't you?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When something at home is decidedly wrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When somebody sings a false note in the song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too low or too high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, you hardly know why,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it wrangles and jangles and runs all awry,...<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">Aye, awry!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then, at the moment when things are askew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some cousin sails in<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a face all a-grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a "Do I intrude? Oh, I see that I do!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, then, though I aim to be honest and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I sometimes lie. Don't you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When a man whom I need has some foible or fad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not very commendable, not very bad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps it's his daughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some one has taught her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To daub up an "oil" or to streak up a "water";<br /></span>
+<span class="i14">What a "water"!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And her grass is green green and her sky is blue blue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But her father, with pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a stagey aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Asks my "candid opinion." Then what do I do?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, I claim that I aim to be honest and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I sometimes lie. Don't you?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span></p>
+<h2>YOU TOO.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did you ever make some small success<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And brag your little brag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As if your breathing would impress<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The world and fix your tag<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon it, so that all might see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The label loudly reading, "ME!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when you thought you'd gained the height<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, sunning in your own delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You preened your plumes and crowed "All right!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did something wipe you out of sight?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless you did this many a time<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You needn't stop to read this rime.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When I was mamma's little joy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And not the least bit tough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd sometimes whop some other boy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(If he were small enough),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for a week I'd wear a chip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at the uplift of a lip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd lord it like a pigmy pope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until, when I had run my rope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some bullet-headed little Swope<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would clean me out as slick as soap.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No doubt you were as bad, or worse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else you had not read this verse.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 494px;">
+<img src="images/fig018.jpg" width="494" height="650" alt="Page 18." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 18.</i></span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All women were like pica print<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I was young and wise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd read their very souls by dint<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of looking in their eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And in those limpid souls I'd see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A very fierce regard for me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then&mdash;my, my, it makes me faint!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peroxide and a pinkish paint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gave me the hard, hard heart complaint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw the sham, I felt the taint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet if she'd pat me once or twice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd follow like a little fyce.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I never played a little game<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And won a five or ten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, presto! I was not the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As common makes of men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not Solomon and all his kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held half the wisdom of my mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so I'd swell to twice my size,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And throw my hat across my eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And chew a quill, and wear red ties,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tip you off the stock to rise&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until, at last, I'd have to steal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The baby's bank to buy a meal.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I speak as if these things remained<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All in the perfect tense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet I don't suppose I've gained<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A single ounce of sense.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I scoff these tales of yesterday<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In quite a supercilious way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But by to-morrow I may bump<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into some newer game and jump!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You'll think I am the only trump<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all the deck until&mdash;kerslump!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless you'll do the same some time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of course you haven't read this rime.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 454px;">
+<img src="images/fig022.jpg" width="454" height="650" alt="Page 21." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 21.</i></span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE ETERNAL EVERYDAY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, one might be like Socrates<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lift the hemlock up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pledge death with philosophic ease,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drain the untrembling cup;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to be barefoot and be great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most in desert and least in state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Servant of truth and lord of fate!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I own I falter at the peak<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Trod daily by the steadfast Greek.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, one might nerve himself to climb<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His cross and cruelly die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Forgiving his betrayer's crime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With pity in his eye;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But day by day and week by week<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To feel his power and yet be meek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Endure the curse and turn the cheek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I scarce dare trust even you to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As was the Jew of Galilee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O, one might reach heroic heights<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By one strong burst of power.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He might endure the whitest lights<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of heaven for an hour;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But harder is the daily drag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To smile at trials which fret and fag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not to murmur&mdash;nor to lag.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The test of greatness is the way<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One meets the eternal Everyday.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DON'T TAKE YOUR TROUBLES TO BED.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You may labor your fill, friend of mine, if you will;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You may worry a bit, if you must;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may treat your affairs as a series of cares,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You may live on a scrap and a crust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when the day's done, put it out of your head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't take your troubles to bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You may batter your way through the thick of the fray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may be a jack-fool if you must, but this rule<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should ever be kept at the front:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't fight with your pillow, but lay down your head<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And kick every worriment out of the bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That friend or that foe (which he is, I don't know),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose name we have spoken as Death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hovers close to your side, while you run or you ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he envies the warmth of your breath;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he turns him away, with a shake of his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he finds that you don't take your troubles to bed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span></p>
+<h2>FAILURE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is a failure? It's only a spur<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To a man who receives it right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it makes the spirit within him stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To go in once more and fight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you never have failed, it's an even guess<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You never have won a high success.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is a miss? It's a practice shot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which a man must make to enter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The list of those who can hit the spot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the bull's-eye in the centre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you never have sent your bullet wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You never have put a mark inside.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What is a knock-down? A count of ten<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which a man may take for a rest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It will give him a chance to come up again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And do his particular best.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you never have more than met your match,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I guess you never have toed the scratch.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>GOOD.</h2>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 650px;">
+<img src="images/fig026.jpg" width="650" height="279" alt="" title="" />
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You look at yourself in the glass and say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Really, I'm rather <i>distingu&eacute;</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be sure my eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are assorted in size,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my mouth is a crack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Running too far back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I hardly suppose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An unclassified nose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is a mark of beauty, as beauty goes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still there's something about the whole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suggesting a beauty of&mdash;well, say soul."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is the reason that photograph-galleries<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are able to pay employees' salaries.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, this little mark of our brotherhood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By which each thinks that his looks are good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is laudable quite in you and me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Provided we not only look, but be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I look at my poem and you hear me say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Really, it's clever in its way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The theme is old<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the style is cold.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These words run rude;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That line is crude;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And here is a rhyme<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which fails to chime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the metre dances out of time.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 453px;">
+<img src="images/fig028.jpg" width="453" height="650" alt="Page 24." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 24.</i></span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, it isn't so bright it'll blind the sun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it's better than that by Such-a-one."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is the reason I and my creditors<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Curse the "unreasoning whims" of editors,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet, if one writes for a livelihood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He ought to believe that his work is good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Provided the form that his vanity takes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not only believes, but also makes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And there is our neighbor. We've heard him say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Really, I'm not the commonest clay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brown got his dust<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By betraying a trust;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Jones's wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Leads a terrible life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I <i>have</i> heard<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Robinson's word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Isn't quite so good as Gas preferred.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Smith has a soul with seamy cracks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he talks of people behind their backs!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And these are the reasons the penitentiary<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Holds open house for another century.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True, we want no man in our neighborhood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who doesn't consider his character good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But then it ought to be also true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He not only knows to consider, but do.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p>
+<h2>LET'S BE GLAD WE'RE LIVING.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, let's be glad that we're living yet; you bet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sun runs round and the rain is wet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the bird flip-flops its wing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tennis and toil bring an equal sweat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's so much trouble to frown and fret,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So easy to laugh and sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Ting ling!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So easy to laugh and sing!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(And yet, sometimes, when I sing my song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">I'm almost afraid my method is wrong.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">II.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Many have money which I have not, God wot!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But victual and keep are all they've got,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the stars still dot the sky.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaven be praised that they shine so bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Heaven be praised for an appetite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So who is richer than I?<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Hi yi!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Say, who is richer than I?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(And yet I'm hoping to sell this screed<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For several dollars I hardly need.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">III.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ducats and dividends, stocks and shares, who cares?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worry and property travel in pairs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While the green grows on the tree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A banquet's nothing more than a meal;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">A trolley's much like an automobile,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a transfer sometimes free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Tra lee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a transfer sometimes free!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(And yet you're unwilling, I plainly see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To leave the automobile to me.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">IV.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A note you give and a note you get; don't fret,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they both may go to protest yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the roses blow perfume.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fortune is only a Dun report;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Homestead Law and the Bankrupt Court<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have fostered many a boom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Boom, boom!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have fostered many a boom.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(But I see you smile in a rapturous way<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On the man who is rated double A.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">V.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Life is a show for you and me; it's free!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And what you look for is what you see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A hill is a humped-up hollow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Riches are yours with a dollar bill;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A million's the same little digit still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With nothing but naughts to follow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">So hollo!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's nothing but naughts to follow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">(But you and I, as I've said before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Could get along with a trifle more.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
+<h2>SUCCESS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It's little the difference where you arrive;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The serious question is how you strive.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you up to your eyes in a wild romance?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does your lady lead you a dallying dance?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you question if love be fate, or chance?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the world will ask: "Did he get the girl?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though gentleman, coxcomb, clown or churl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Master or menial of passion's whirl.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it <i>isn't</i> that. The world will run<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though you never bequeath it daughter or son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what, O lover, will come to you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you be not chivalrous, honest, true?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As far ahead as a man may think,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can see your little soul shrivel and shrink.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">It's not, "Do you win?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">It is, "What have you been?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you stripped for the world-old, world-wide race<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the metal which shines like the sun's own face<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till it dazzles us blind to the mean and base?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you say to yourself, "When I have my hoard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will give of the plenty which I have stored,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the Lord bless me, I will bless the Lord"?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And do you forget, as you pile your pelf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is the gift you are giving yourself?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though your mountain of gold may dazzle the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can you climb its height with your feet of clay?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, it isn't the stamp on the metal you win;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's the stamp on the metal you coin within.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">It's not what you give;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">It is "What do you live?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you going to sail the polar seas<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the point of ninety-and-north degrees,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the very words in your larynx freeze?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, the mob may ask "Did he reach the pole?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though fair, or foul, did he touch the goal?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if that be the spirit which stirs your soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Off, off from the land below the zeroes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For you are not of the stuff of heroes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ho! many a man can lead men forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the fearsome end of the Farthest North,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But can you be faithful for woe or weal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a land where nothing but self is leal?<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Oh, it isn't "How far?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">It is what you are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it isn't your lookout where you arrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it's up to you as to how you strive.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE GRILL.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Why do you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What's it to you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know you do, for I've seen the gruesome feeling simmer through you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've seen it rise behind your eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And take your features by surprise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've seen it in your half-hid grin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the tilting-upness of your chin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Good-natured though you are and fair, as you have often boasted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still you like to hear the other man artistically roasted.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whenever the star secures the stage with the spotlight in the centre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why should the anvil chorus think it has the cue to enter?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenever the prima donna trills the E above the clef,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why should the brasses orchestrate the bass in double f?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It's funny,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it's even money,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You like to spy the buzzing fly in the other fellow's honey.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though you have said that honest bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Demands no honey on it spread,<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 362px;">
+<img src="images/fig036.jpg" width="362" height="650" alt="Page 30." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 30.</i></span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And if we eat the crusty wheat<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With appetite, it needs no sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still I have noticed you were not at all inclined to cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because the man the bees had blest was bothered with the fly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whenever the chef concocts a dish which sets the world to tasting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why does the cooking-school get out its recipes for basting?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whenever a sprinter beats the bunch from the pistol-shot, why is it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heavy hammer throwers get together for a visit?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Excuse me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did you accuse me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of turning the spit a little bit myself? Why, you amuse me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Didn't I scratch the sulphurous match<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And blow the flame to make it catch?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Didn't you trot to get the pot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To heat the water good and hot?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, seizing on our victim, if we found no greater sin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Didn't we call him "a lobster," and cheerfully chuck him in?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE VISION.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At the door of Success, I've been tempted to knock<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Both the door and the man who went through it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I find that the fellow was greasing the lock<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All the time that he strove to undo it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I either stay out, or must look for the key<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which slipped back the bolt which impeded,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'm certain to find it, as soon as I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The reason my rival succeeded.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yes, I own when the man is a rank also-ran<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I feel quite pish-tushy and pooh-y,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And exclaim if he ever knew saw-dust from bran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Well&mdash;I come from just west of St. Louis!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But then, in the winning he's made, there's a hope<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I may do even as he did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I swallow my sneer and I study his dope<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To discover just why he succeeded.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I've been up in the air, I've been down in the hole,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(But always, let's hope, on the level,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I've been on my uppers&mdash;so meagre my sole<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twould scarcely have tempted the devil!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it's nothing to you what I am, or I was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And no whit of your sympathy's needed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'm certain to win in the long run, because<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I shall see how my rival succeeded.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p>
+<h2>BLOOD IS RED.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some of us don't drink, some of us do;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some of us use a word or two.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Most of us, maybe, are half-way ripe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For deeds that would't look well in type.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All of us have done things, no doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We don't very often brag about.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We are timidly good, we are badly bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But there's hope for the worst of us, I hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If there be a few things we didn't do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the reason that we so wanted to.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some of us sin on a smaller scale.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(We don't mind minnows, we shy at a whale.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We speak of a woman with half a sneer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We sit on our hands when we ought to cheer.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The salad we mix in the bowl of the heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We sometimes make a little too tart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For home consumption. We growl, we nag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we're not quite lost if we sometimes drag<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hot words back and make them mild<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the moment they fret to be running wild.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Don't pin your faith on the man or woman<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who never is tempted. We're mostly human.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whoever he be who never has felt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The red blood sing in the veins and melt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ice of convention, caste and creed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the very last barrier, has no need<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To raise his brows at the rest of us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It bides its time in the best of us,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And well for him if he do not do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That which the strength of him wants him to.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DIAGNOSIS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You have a grudge against the man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who did the thing you couldn't do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You hatched the scheme, you laid the plan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And yet you couldn't push it through.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You strained your soul and couldn't win;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He gave a breath and it was easy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You smile and swallow your chagrin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, oh, the swallow makes you queasy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I know your illness, for, you see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The diet never pleases me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Your dearest friend has made a strike,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has placed his mark above the crowd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has won the thing which <i>you</i> would like<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you are glad for him, and proud.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your tongue is swift, your cheek is red,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If some one speak to his detraction,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet, the fact the thing is said<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Affords you half a satisfaction.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I see the workings of your mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because my own is so inclined.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You tell me fame is hollow squeak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You say that wealth is carking care;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to live care-free a single week<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is more than years of work and wear.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Alexander weeps his highest place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Diogenes is happy sunning!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What matters it who wins the race<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So you have had the joy of running?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And yet, you covet prize and pelf.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know it, for I do, myself.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span></p>
+<h2>SPREAD OUT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In politics I'm a&mdash;never mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you are a&mdash;I don't care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, anyway, I am rather inclined<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To suspect we are both unfair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I have called you a coward and slave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you have dubbed me a fool and knave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(Yet, perhaps I was right, for you surely abused<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The right of free speech in the names you used!)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In business you figure&mdash;a profit, I guess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I charge you&mdash;as much as I dare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I grumble that you ought to do it for less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you ask if my price is fair.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if <i>I</i> sold your goods and <i>you</i> sold mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I doubt if the prices would much decline.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(Though I must insist that I think I see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where you'd still have a little advantage of me!)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In religion you are a&mdash;who cares what?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I am a&mdash;what's the odds?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So why have I sneered at your holiest thought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And why have you jeered at my gods?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, thinking it over, I'm sure we two<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were doing the best that we honestly knew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(Though, of course, I cannot escape a touch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of suspicion that <i>you</i> never knew too much!)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE DILETTANT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To lie outright in the light of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm not sufficiently skilful,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I practice a bit, in an amateur way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lie which is hardly wilful;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The society lie and the business lie<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the lie I have had to double,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the lie that I lie when I don't know why<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the truth is too much trouble.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For this I am willing to take your blame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless you have sometimes done the same.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To be a fool of an A1 brand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm not sufficiently clever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I often have tried my 'prentice hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a callow and crude endeavor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A fool with the money for which I've toiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A fool with the word I've spoken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the foolish fool who is fooled and foiled<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On a maiden's finger broken.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you never yourself have made a slip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm willing to watch you curl your lip.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And yet my blood and my bone resist<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you dub me fool and liar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I set my teeth and double my fist<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my brow is flushed with fire.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You I deny and you I defy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I vow I will make you rue it;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I lie when I say that I never lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which proves me a fool to do it!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You may jerk your thumb at me and grin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If liar and fool you never have been.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE CONSERVATIVE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At twenty, as you proudly stood<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And read your thesis, "Brotherhood,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I remember right, you saw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fatuous faults of social law.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At twenty-five you braved the storm<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dug the trenches of Reform,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stung by some gadfly in your breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which would not let your spirit rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At thirty-five you made a pause<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sum the columns of The Cause;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You noted, with unwilling eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heedless world had passed you by.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At forty you had always known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man owes a duty to His Own.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man's life is as man's life is made;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The game is fair, if fairly played.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At fifty, after years of stress<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You bore the banner of Success.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All men have virtues, all have sins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And God is with the man who wins.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At sixty, from your captured heights<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You fly the flag of Vested Rights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bounded by bonds collectable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hopelessly respectable!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HUSH.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What's the best thing that you ever have done?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The whitest day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cleverest play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ever you set in the shine of the sun?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The time that you felt just a wee bit proud<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of defying the cry of the cowardly crowd<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stood back to back with God?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye, I notice you nod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But silence yourself, lest you bring me shame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I have no answering deed to name.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What's the worst thing that ever you did?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The darkest spot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The blackest blot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the page you have pasted together and hid?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, sometimes you think you've forgotten it quite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till it crawls in your bed in the dead of the night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And brands you its own with a blush.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What was it? Nay, hush!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Don't tell it to me, for fear it be known<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I have an answering blush of my own.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But whenever you notice a clean hit made,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing high and clear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sounding cheer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You would gladly have heard for the play you played,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And when a man walks in the way forbidden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Think you of the thing you have happily hidden<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And spare him the sting of your tongue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do I do that which I've sung?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, it may be I don't and it may be I do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I'm telling the thing which is good for <i>you</i>!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE ISLAND.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You, my friend, in your long-tailed coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your white cravat at your withered throat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Praying by proxy of him you hire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Worshiping God with a quartet choir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bumping your head on the pew in front,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Assenting "Amen!" with an unctuous grunt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you sure it is you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the pew?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">You're away on a lonely isle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the scant breech-clout is the only style,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the day of the week forgets its name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where god and devil are all the same.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Look at yourself in your careless clout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell me, then, would you be devout?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One on the island, one in the pew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How do you know which is you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You, dear maiden, with eyes askance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the little soubrette and her daring dance,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thanking God that His ways are wide<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To allow you to pass on the other side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, as you ask, "Will the world approve?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the hint of a wabble out of the groove,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On that isle of the lonely sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you, the saucy soubrette and <i>he</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the little grooves that you circle in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are forever as though they never had been.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now you are naked of soul and limb:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will you say what you will not dare&mdash;for him?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Which of the women is real?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The one you appear, or the one you feel?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You, good sir, with your neck a-stretch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the van goes by with the prison wretch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Asking naught of his ills or hurts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Judging "he's getting his just deserts,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pluming yourself that the moral laws<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are centred in you as effect and cause.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">At the island, and there you are<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the long, strong arm which reaches far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there are the natives who kneel and bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where are your <i>meum et tuum</i> now?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you sure that the balance swings quite true?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or does it a little incline to you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Answer or not as you will, but oh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I have an island, too, and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know, I know.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HUMBLER HEROES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It might not be so difficult to lead the light brigade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the army cheered behind you, and the fifes and bugles played;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It might be rather easy, with the war-shriek in your ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To forget the bite of bullets and the taste of blood and tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But to be a scrubwoman, with four<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Babies, or more,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Every day, every day setting your back<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On the rack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all your reward forever not quite<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">A full bite<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of bread for your babies. Say!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In the heat of the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You might be a hero to head a brigade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a hero like her? I'm afraid! I'm afraid!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It might be very feasible to force a great reform,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To saddle public passion and to ride upon the storm;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It might be somewhat simple to ignore the roar of wrath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because a second shout broke out to cheer you on your path.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But he who, alone and unknown, is true<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To his view,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Unswerved by the crush of the mutton-browed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Blatting crowd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unwon by the flabby-brained, blinking ease<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Which he sees<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Throned and anointed. Say!<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">At the height of the fray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You might be the chosen to captain the throng:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to stand all alone? How long? How long?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CONSCIENCE PIANISSIMO.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are honest as daylight. You're often assured<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That your word is as good as your note&mdash;unsecured.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We could trust you with millions unaudited, but&mdash;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">(Tut, tut!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">There is always a "but,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So don't get excited,) I'm pained to perceive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is seldom I notice you grumble or grieve<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the custom-house officer pockets your tip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And passes the contraband goods in your grip.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You would scorn to be shy on your ante, I'm certain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But skinning your Uncle you're rather expert in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well, I'm proud that no taint of the sort touches me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(For I've never been over the water, you see.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Your yardstick's a yard and your goods are all wool;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your bushel's four pecks and you measure it full.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You are proud of your business integrity, yet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">(Don't fret!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">There is always a "yet,")<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never have noticed a sign of distress, or<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Disturbance in you, when the upright assessor<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has listed your property somewhere about<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Half what you would take were you selling it out.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're as true to the world as the world to its axis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you chuckle to swear off your personal taxes.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">As for me, I would scorn to do any such thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Though I may have considered the question last spring.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You have notions of right. You would count it a sin<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To cheat a blind billionaire out of a pin.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You have a contempt for a pettiness, still&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">(Don't chill!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">There is always a "still,")<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never have noticed you storm with neglect<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because the conductor had failed to collect,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or growl that the game wasn't run on the square<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When your boy in the high school paid only half fare.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The voice of your conscience is lusty and audible,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a railroad&mdash;good heavens! why, that's only laudable.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of course, <i>I</i> am quite in a different class;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For me, it is painful to ride on a pass!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE WORLD RUNS ON.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So many good people find fault with God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tho' admitting He's doing the best He can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still they consider it somewhat odd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That He doesn't consult them concerning his plan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the sun sinks down and the sun climbs back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the world runs round and round its track.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or they say God doesn't precisely steer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This world in the way they think is best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if He would listen to them, He'd veer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A hair to the sou', sou'west by west.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the world sails on and it never turns back<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Mariner never makes a tack.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Or the same folk pray "O, if Thou please,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Dear God, be a little more circumspect;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou knowest Thy worm who is on his knees<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would not willingly charge thee with neglect,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But O, if indeed Thou knowest all things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why fittest Thou not Thy worm with wings?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So many good people are quite inclined<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To favor God with their best advices,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And consider they're something more than kind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In helping Him out of critical crises.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the world runs on, as it ran before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And eternally shall run evermore.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So many good people, like you and me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are deeply concerned for the sins of others<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And conceive it their duty that God should be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Apprised of the lack in erring brothers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the myriad sun-stars seed the skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And look at us out of their calm, clear eyes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PASS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did somebody give you a pat on the back?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Pass it on!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let somebody else have a taste of the snack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Pass it on!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it heightens your courage, or lightens your pack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it kisses your soul, with a song in the smack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maybe somebody else has been dressing in black;<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Pass it on!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God gives you a smile, not to make it a yawn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i24">Pass it on!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did somebody show you a slanderous mess?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Pass it by!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a brook's flowing by, will you drink at the cess?<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Pass it by!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dame Gossip's a wanton, whatever her dress;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her sire was a lie and her dam was a guess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a poison is in her polluting caress;<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Pass it by!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless you're a porker, keep out of the sty.<br /></span>
+<span class="i24">Pass it by!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did somebody give you an insolent word?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Pass it up!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'T is the creak of a cricket, the pwit of a bird;<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Pass it up!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Shake your fist at the sea! Is its majesty blurred?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Blow your breath at the sky! Is its purity slurred?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the shallowest puddle, how easily stirred!<br /></span>
+<span class="i18">Pass it up!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Does the puddle invite you to dip in your cup?<br /></span>
+<span class="i24">Pass it up!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PUBLICITY.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's nothing like publicity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To further that lubricity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which minted cartwheels need<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To maximize their speed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In your direction.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">True, some hydropathist of stocks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or one whose trade is picking locks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">May make objection:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet even those gentry always lurk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where booming first has done its work.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Observe how oft some foreigner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">About the size of coroner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can sell L O R D<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Four letters, as you see,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For seven numbers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because his trade-mark, thus devised,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is advertised and advertised<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till it encumbers<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mental view, as though 't were some<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bald-headed brand of chewing-gum.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Study your own psychology!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See how some mere tautology<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of picture, or of print,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has realized the glint<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of your good money.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">How often have persistent views<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of one bare head sold you your shoes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which does seem funny;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet 'twas head-work, after all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which helped the shoe-man make his haul.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's some obscure locality<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In every man's mentality<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which, I am free to state,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd like to penetrate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my felicity.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For now who gives a second look<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When he perceives a POEM by Cooke?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But come publicity!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then a poem by COOKE were seen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first thing in the magazine!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 442px;">
+<img src="images/fig062.jpg" width="442" height="650" alt="Page 55." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 55.</i></span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>MOVE!</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We are on the main line of a crowded track;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We've got to go forward; we can't go back<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And run the risk of colliding:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We must make schedule, not now and again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But always, forever and ever, amen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else switch off on a siding.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ever we loaf, like a car in the yard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Doesn't somebody bump us, and bump us hard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">I wonder?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You've succeeded in building a pretty fair trade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But can you sit down in the grateful shade<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kill time cutting up capers?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or must you hustle and scheme and sweat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the shine be fine or the weather be wet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And keep your page in the papers?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ever you fail to be pulling the strings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aren't some of your rivals around doing things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">I wonder?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You're a first-class salesman. You know your line;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your house is good and your goods are fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So you fill your book with orders,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But can you get quit of the ball and chain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or are you in jail on a railroad train,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With blue-coated men for warders?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">If you sent your samples and cut out the trip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wouldn't somebody else soon be lugging your grip,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">I wonder?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are starred on the bills and are chummy with fame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The man on the corner could tell you your name<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At three o'clock in the morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But can you depend on the mind of the mob?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Can you tell your press-agent to look for a job,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or give your manager warning?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should you lie down to sleep, with your laurels beneath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wouldn't somebody else soon be wearing your wreath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">I wonder?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, I'm willing to work, but I wish I could lag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not feeling as if I were "it" for tag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or last in follow-my-leader;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is only one spot where, I haven't a doubt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nobody will try to be crowding me out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that is under the cedar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And even in that place, will Gabriel's trump<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come nagging along and be making me jump?<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">I wonder.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
+<h2>GET NEXT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Chap. I., verse 1, is where you'll find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The text of what is in my mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If, haply, you are so inclined.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Chap. I., verse 1&mdash;the primal rule<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For saint or sinner, sage or fool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No matter what his church or school.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though you may call it slangy solely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though you may term it flippant wholly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Truth still is truth and is not vexed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I write this rhyme to prove the text&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Get Next.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suppose I sought some lonely height<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And dipped a stylus in the light<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of welding worlds and sought to write<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon the highest, deepest blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My message to Sam Smith and you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chances are it would not do.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You would not risk your neck to read<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My much too altitudinous screed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I, chagrined and half-perplexed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had missed you when I missed my text&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Get Next.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Suppose you have a breakfast food<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which you conceive I should include<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within my lat-and-longitude.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">'T is not enough to have the stuff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you must post, and praise, and puff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until I memo. on my cuff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among my most important notes&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be sure to bring home Oatless Oats.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then you know that I'm annexed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because you followed out the text&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Get Next.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Get next! get next! and hold it true<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's one you must get nextest to,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that important one is you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be not of those who, uncommuned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their own skins, have all but swooned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From some imaginary wound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But strip the rags from off your soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And find you are not maimed, but whole!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'T is but a flea-bite which has vexed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As soon as you've applied the text&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Get Next.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 530px;">
+<img src="images/fig068.jpg" width="530" height="650" alt="Page 58." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 58.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 618px;">
+<img src="images/fig069.jpg" width="618" height="650" alt="Page 59." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 59.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+<h2>ARE YOU YOU?</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you a trailer, or are you a trolley?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you tagged to a leader through wisdom and folly?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are you Somebody Else, or You?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you vote by the symbol and swallow it "straight"?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you pray by the book, do you pay by the rate?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you tie your cravat by the calendar's date?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do you follow a cue?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you a writer, or that which is worded?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you a shepherd, or one of the herded?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which are you&mdash;a What or a Who?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It sounds well to call yourself "one of the flock,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a sheep is a sheep after all. At the block<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're nothing but mutton, or possibly stock.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would you flavor a stew?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you a being and boss of your soul?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or are you a mummy to carry a scroll?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are you Somebody Else, or You?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you finally pass to the heavenly wicket<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Peter the Scrutinous stands on his picket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you going to give him <i>a blank</i> for a ticket?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Do you think it will do?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE PRICE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In, or under, or over the earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What will fill you, and what suffice?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No matter how mean, or much its worth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is yours if you pay the price.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never a thing may a man attain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gain pays loss, or loss pays gain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lady of riches, riot and rout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fair of flesh and sated of sense,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nothing in life you need do without<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except the trifle of innocence.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Counterfeit kisses you paid, and got<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just what you paid for&mdash;which is what?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man of adroitness, place and power,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Trampled above and torn below;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Set in the light of your noonday hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Playing a part in the public show;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fooling the mob that the mob be ruled:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You know which is the greater fooled.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Artist of pencil, or paint, or pen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Reed, or string, or the vocal note,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Making the soul to suffer again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wild heart clutch the throat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ever your fancy has paid in fact;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You rack my soul, as yours was racked.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 438px;">
+<img src="images/fig073.jpg" width="438" height="650" alt="Page 60." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 60.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE BUBBLE-FLIES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let me read a homily<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Concerning an anomaly<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I view<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever you are striving for,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever you are driving for,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'T is not alone because you crave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be successful that you slave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To swim upon the topmost wave.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You care less what your station is,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But more what your relation is.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be a bit above the rest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To be upon, or of, the crest!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! that is where the trouble lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which stirs you little bubble-flies.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(I sneer these sneers, but just the same<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I keep my fingers in the game.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">See! you have eat-and-drinkables<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And portables and thinkables<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And yet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You fret.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For what? Let's reach the heart of you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And see the funny part of you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For what? I find the soul and seed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of it is not your lack or need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or even merely vulgar greed.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Gold? You may have a store of it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But someone else has more of it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fame? Pretty things are said of you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But&mdash;some one is ahead of you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Place? You disprize your easy one<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For some one's high and breezy one.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(I smile these smiles to soothe my soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But squint one eye upon the goal.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tell me! what's your capacity<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Compared to your voracity?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>I</i> guess<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'T is less.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so I strike these attitudes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tender you these platitudes;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not wishing wealth, or spurning it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not hoarding it, or burning it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is equal to the earning it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life's race is in the riding it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not in the word deciding it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after all is said and uttered<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The keenest taste is bread-and-buttered.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(And yet&mdash;and yet&mdash;my palate aches<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For pallid pie and pasty cakes!)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 489px;">
+<img src="images/fig077.jpg" width="489" height="650" alt="Page 61." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 61.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span></p>
+<h2>QUALIFIED.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I love to see my friend succeed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I love to praise him; yes, indeed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And so, no doubt, do you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But will you tell me why it is<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The praise we parcel out as his<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So often goes askew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ends by running in the rut<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of "if," "except" or "but"?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Boggs is a clever chap. His trade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is doubling yearly, and he's made<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">A fortune all right, but&mdash;&mdash;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sharp is elected. Well, I say!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll hit a high mark yet, some day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">If&mdash;&mdash;" (here one eye is shut).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Such acting! Why, I laughed and wept!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fobb's art is great&mdash;except."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Miss Hautton has such queenly grace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then her figure and her face!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">She'd be a beauty if&mdash;&mdash;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And Mrs. Follol entertains<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With so much taste and so much pains;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But&mdash;&mdash;" (here a little sniff).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And Mrs. Caste has ever kept<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The narrow path&mdash;except."<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I wish some man were great and good<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I might praise him all I could<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And never add a "but."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would that some would value me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never hint what I would be<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">"If"&mdash;but why cavil? Tut!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eternal justice still is kept<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Heaven is good&mdash;except!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 430px;">
+<img src="images/fig081.jpg" width="430" height="650" alt="Page 65." title="" />
+<span class="caption">Page 65.</span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHAT ARE YOU DOING?</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Do you lazily nurse your knee and muse?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you contemplate your conquering thews<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">With a critical satisfaction?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But yesterday's laurels are dry and dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to-morrow's triumph is still ahead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To-day is the day for action.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yesterday's sun: is it shining still?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-morrow's dawn: will its coming fill<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To-day, if to-day's light fail us?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not so. The past is forever past;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-day's is the hand which holds us fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And to-morrow may never hail us.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The present and only the present endures,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So it's hey for to-day! for to-day is yours<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the goal you are still pursuing.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you have done is a little amount;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What you will do is of lesser account,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">But the test is, what are you doing?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE FIRST PERSON SINGULAR.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">McUmphrey's a fellow who's lengthy on lungs.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Backed up by the smoothest of ball-bearing tongues,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his topic&mdash;himself&mdash;is worth talking about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he works it so much he has frazzled it out.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He never will give me my half of a chance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To chip in my own little, clever romance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the first person singular. Yes, and they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He offended you, too, in a similar way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cousin Maud tells her illnesses, ancient and recent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a most minute way which is almost indecent!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vivisecting herself, with some medical chatter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She serves us her portions&mdash;as if on a platter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never noting how I am but waiting to stir<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My dregs of diseases to offer to her.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I hear (such a joke!) that your chronic gastritis<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stands silent forever before her nephritis.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Mrs. Henderson's Annie goes out every night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Bertha, before her, was simply a fright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While Agnes broke more than the worth of her head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Maggie&mdash;well, some things are better unsaid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Such manners to talk of her help&mdash;when she knows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wife's simply aching to tell of <i>our</i> woes!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I hear that she never lets you get a start<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On your story of Rosy we all know by heart.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You'd hardly believe that I've heard Bunson tell<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Flea-Powder Frenchman and Razors to Sell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The One-Legged Goose and that old What You Please&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And even, I swear it, The Crow and the Cheese.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he sprang that old yarn of He Said 't was His Leg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you wanted to tell him Columbus's Egg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While I wanted to tell my own whimsical tale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Which I recently wrote) of The Man in the Whale!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE CHOICE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The little it takes to make life bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If we open our eyes to get it!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the trifle which makes it black as night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If we close our lids and let it!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold, as the world goes whirling by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is gloomy, or glad, as it fits your eye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As it fits your eye, and I mean by that<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You find what you look for mostly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can feed your happiness full and fat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You can make your miseries ghostly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or you can forget every joy you own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By coveting something beyond your zone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the storms of life we can fret the eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the guttering mud is drifted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or we can look to the world-wide sky<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the Artist's scenes are shifted.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Puddles are oceans in miniatures,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or merely puddles; the choice is yours.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We can strip our niggardly souls so bare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That we haggle a penny between us;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or we can be rich in a common share<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the Pleiades and Venus.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You can lift your soul to its outermost look,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or can keep it packed in a pocketbook.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We may follow a phantom the arid miles<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To a mountain of cankered treasure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or we can find, in a baby's smiles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pulse of a living pleasure.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We may drink of the sea until we burst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the trickling spring would have quenched our thirst.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SAVING CLAUSE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Kerr wrote a book, and a good book, too;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At least I<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> managed to read it through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without finding very much room for blame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a good many other folks did the same.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when any one asked me<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>: "Have you read?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or: "How do you like?" I<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> only said:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Very good, very good! and I'm glad enough;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For his other writings are horrible stuff."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Banks wrote a play, and it had a run.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(That's a good deal more than ever I've<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> done.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The interest held with hardly a lag<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the overture to the final tag.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when any one asked me<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>: "Have you seen?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or: "What do you think?" I<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> looked serene<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And remarked: "Oh, a pretty good thing of its kind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I guess Mr. Shakespeare needn't mind!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Phelps made a machine; 't was smooth as grease.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(I<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> couldn't invent its smallest piece<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a thousand years.) It was tried and tried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until everybody was satisfied.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when any one asked me<a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a>: "Will it pay?"&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Is it really good?"&mdash;I<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a> could only say:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It's a marvelous thing! Why, it almost thinks!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Phelps is a wonder&mdash;too bad he drinks!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> (Errata: On scanning the verses through I find these
+pronouns should all read "You.")</p></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 472px;">
+<img src="images/fig089.jpg" width="472" height="650" alt="Page 70." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 70.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
+<h2>BETWEEN TWO THIEVES.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sure! I am one who disbelieves<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thieves;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At which you interrupt to cry<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Aye, aye, and I."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hmf! you're so sudden to agree.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Suppose we see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I know a thief. No matter whether<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I ought to know a thief, or not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps "we went to school together;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That old excuse is worked a lot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One day he "copped a rummy's leather,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which means&mdash;I hate to tell you what.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's such a vulgar thing to steal<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A drunkard's purse to buy a meal.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Hey, pal," said he, "come help me dine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I've hit a pit and got the swag;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-day, Delmonico's is mine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To-morrow once again a vag.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come on and tell me all the stunts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of all the boys who knew me&mdash;once."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Did I go with him?"  I did not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would you have gone? Could you be bought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By dinners&mdash;when the trail was hot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And any hour he might be caught?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I know a thief, whose operations<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are colored by a kindly law.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your income and a beggar's rations<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Contribute to his cunning claw;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cities and counties, courts and nations<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pay portion to his monstrous maw.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He gave a dinner not long since<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In honor of some played-out Prince.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The decorations, ah, how chaste!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And how delicious was the wine!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Mrs. Thief has perfect taste<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Mr. Thief knows how to dine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so the world has long agreed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quite to forgive, forget&mdash;and feed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But really I was shocked to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How many decent folks could be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Induced to come and bow the knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I think you were my <i>vis-a-vis</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yes, yes, I quite despise him, too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like you;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And (though it's not a thing to brag)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I somehow like the vag.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, oh, the difference one perceives<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between two thieves!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SPECTATOR.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look at the man with the crown<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Weighing him down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Plumed and petted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Galled and fretted!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why do you eye him askance<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a quiver of hate in your glance?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why not conceive him as human,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nursed at the breast of a woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Growing, mayhap, as he could,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Not as he would?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How are you sure you would be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Better and wiser than he?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look at the woman whose eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Follows you by.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Silked and satined,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scented, fattened!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why does the half smile slip<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into a sneer on your lip?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You pity her? Ah, but the fashion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of your complacent compassion.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pity her! yet you have said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Better the creature were dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is there left here for her<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">But to err?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thus would you make the world right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hiding its ills from your sight.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Look at the man with the pack<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Breaking his back.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ragged, squalid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wretched, stolid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you are sorry, you say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Much as you are at a play.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But do you say to him, "Brother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twin-born son of our mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What were the word, or the deed<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Fitting your need?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, as he slouches by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you breathe "God be praised, I am I?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 433px;">
+<img src="images/fig095.jpg" width="433" height="650" alt="Page 74." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 74.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE SQUEALER.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of course some people are born so bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That no matter what one may say, or write,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The theme is old and the lesson is trite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which is what you may say, as these lines unreel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I mildly suggest it is better to feel<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Than to squeal.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Everybody knows that? Yes, it's certain they do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Everybody, that is, with exception of two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of whom I am one and the other is you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But for us the lesson is still remote,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although we commit it and cite it and quote<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">It by rote.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But still when you thrill with the thudding thump<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the fist of the fellow you tried to bump<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the world looks hard at the swelling lump,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's a strong temptation to open your door<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And invite the public to hear you roar<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">That you're sore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And again, tho' 'tis plain as the printed page:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Keep your hand on the lever and watch the gauge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the fire-pot's full and the boilers rage,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How often the steam-pressure grows and grows<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And before the engineer cares or knows,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Up she goes.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So why should you fret if I send you to school<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Again to consider the sapient rule<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Wisdom is Silence and Speech is a Fool.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Close up! and a year from to-day you will kneel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thank the good Lord that you knew how to feel<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And not squeal.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DISTANCE AND DISENCHANTMENT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He was playing New York, and on Broadway at that;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I was playing in stock, in Chicago.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I heard that his Hamlet fell fearfully flat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He heard I was fierce, as Iago.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each looked to the other exceedingly small;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We were too far apart, that is all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You, too, if your vision is ever reflective,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Have noticed your rival is small in perspective.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I heard him in Memphis (a chance matin&eacute;e);<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He heard me (one Sunday) in Dallas.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His critics, I swore, never witnessed the play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He vowed mine were prompted by malice.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A pleasanter fellow I cannot recall.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We were closer together; that's all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And your rival, too, if you once see him clearly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is clever, or how could he rival you, nearly?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In Seattle they said he was greater than Booth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(Or in Portland, perhaps; I've forgotten);<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I said 'twas ungracious to speak the plain truth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But his work in the first act was rotten.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had only intended to speak of the thrall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of his wonderful fifth act; that's all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when a man's praised far ahead of his talents,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I guess you say something to even the balance.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In Atlanta I heard a remark that he made<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And again in Mobile, Alabama;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he hardly thought Shakespeare was meant to be played<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like a ten-twenty-thirt' melodrama.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, well, there was one honey-drop in the gall;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fellow was jealous; that's all.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you, too, have found, when a friendship is broken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That his words are worse than the ones you have spoken.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 464px;">
+<img src="images/fig101.jpg" width="464" height="650" alt="Page 77." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 77.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span></p>
+<h2>FAMILY RESEMBLANCE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I used to boost the P. and P.,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Designed to run from sea to sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From Portland, Ore., to Portland, Me.,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But which, as all the maps agree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Begins somewhere in Minnesota<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And peters out in North Dakota.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You gibed because I used to mock<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its streaks of rust and rolling-stock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Its schedule and its G. P. A.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Who took your Annual away,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lately you seem much inclined<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To own a sudden change of mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Ah, me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You're much like other folks, I see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I much admired the book reviews<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Quillip of the Daily News.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I laughed to see him put the screws<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On some sprig of the late Who's-Whos,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tear off his verbiage and skin him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To show the little there was in him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You said the book he wrote himself<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lay stranded on the dealer's shelf<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wasn't worthy a critique;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Just what he said of mine last week).<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Perhaps your reasoning was strong<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And you were right and I was wrong.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Heigho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm very much like you, I know.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O'Brien's zeal ran almost daft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In its antipathy to graft.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He raked the practice fore and aft;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord! how his sulphurous breath would waft<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Eternal and infernal tarmint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To ivery grasping, grafting, varmint."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The worst of these upon the planet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said, were those who wanted granite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In public buildings,&mdash;"yis, begorry!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(O'Brien owns a sandstone quarry.)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of course I'd hate to see it tested,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But would he be less interested<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In civic virtue&mdash;uninvested?<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Oh, dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'Brien's much like us, I fear.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
+<h2>NEED.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Don't you remember how you and I<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Held a property nobody wanted to buy<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">In San Jos&eacute;,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Until one day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A man came along from Franklin, Pa.?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And didn't we jump till we happened to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The chap wasn't going it wholly blind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all the rest of the block was bought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he simply had to have our lot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Well, didn't our land go up in price<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till double the figures would scarce suffice?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And don't we sometimes figure and fret<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How he got the best of us, even yet?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Don't you remember the perfect plan<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You had, which needed another man<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To make it win,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To jump right in<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And everlasting make things spin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you said I had the requisite dash<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And also the trifle of hoarded cash.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was I glad to get in? Well, yes, indeed!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until I saw the compelling need<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which had brought you to me, and then, "Ho! ho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">None of that for me, nay, not for Joe."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I'm always provoked when I think you made<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The plan get along without my aid.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Don't you remember the time we met<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At Des Moines, or was it at Winterset?<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">But anyway, you<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Were feeling blue<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tickled to see me through and through.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And "Come, let's open a bottle of&mdash;ink,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said you, "and see if it's good to drink."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But weren't you sorry because you spoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When I had to tell you I was "broke"?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, you lent me the saw-buck, I know, but still<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I fancied your ardor had taken a chill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And you've never been able to quite forget<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That once I was "broke," and in your debt.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
+<h2>BETTER.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's only one motto you need<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To succeed:<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">"Better."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To other man's winning? Then you<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Must do<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">Better.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the baking of bread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the breaking a head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From rhyming a ballad<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To sliming a salad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From mending of ditches<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To spending of riches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Follow the rule to the uttermost letter:<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">"Better!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of course you may say but a few<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Can do<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">Better;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you're going to strive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So that all may thrive<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">Better.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it's right you are<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">To follow the star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Set in the heavens, afar, afar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But still with your eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">On the skies<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">It is wise<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To be riding a mule,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or guiding a school,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thatching a hovel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or hatching a novel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foretelling weather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or selling shoe-leather;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And remember you must<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Be doing it just<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">A wee dust<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">Better.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And 'tis quite<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">As right<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">For you to cite<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the author might,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or ought, to write<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">A heavenly sight<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">Better!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which sharp word I am much your debtor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Knowing none other could file my fetter<br /></span>
+<span class="i20">Better.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
+<img src="images/fig109.jpg" width="435" height="650" alt="Page 85." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 85.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p>
+<h2>FORGET WHAT THE OTHER MAN HATH.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do I care for your four-track line?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I have a country path;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And this is the message I've taken for mine:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Forget what the other man hath."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do I care for your giant trees?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd rather whittle a lath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And my motto helps me to take my ease;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Forget what the other man hath."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do I care for your Newport beach?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A tub's as good for a bath.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I keep my solace in constant reach:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Forget what the other man hath."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do I care for your automobile?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm saving repairs and wrath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My proverb goes well with an old style wheel;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Forget what the other man hath."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What do I care if you scorn my rime?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For this is its aftermath;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It sounds so well I shall try, (sometime,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To "forget what the other man hath!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE WHET.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The day that I loaf when I ought to employ it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has, somehow, the flavor which makes me enjoy it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">So the man with no work<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">He may joyously shirk<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I envy no more than I do the Grand Turk.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He most is in need of a holiday, who,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In this workaday world, has no duty to do.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The dollar you waste when you ought not to spend it<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Buys something no plutocrat's millions could lend it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">For if once you exhaust<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">All your care of the cost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full half of the pleasure of purchase is lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So I trust you are one who is wise in discerning<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The value of spending is most in the earning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My little success which was nearest complete<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was that which I tore from the teeth of defeat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">And the man who can hit<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">With his wisdom and wit<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Without any effort, I envy no whit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The genius whose laurels grow always the greenest<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Finds pleasure in plenty, but misses the keenest.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p>
+<h2>WHAT SORT ARE YOU?</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"How much do you want for your A. Street lot?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said a real estate man to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I looked as if I were lost in thought<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then I replied: "Let's see;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Black's sold last year at fifty the foot<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And without using algebra that should put<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My figure at sixty now, I guess,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or a trifle more, or a trifle less."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was anxious to sell at fifty straight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or I might have been glad of forty-eight.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, yes, I'm a bit of a bluff, it's true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What sort of a bluff are you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And what do you think of these railroad rates?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The man with a bald brow said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For you have travelled through all the states<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And have heard a good deal and read."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The railroad lines," I wisely replied<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Are the lines with which our trade is tied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the wretches who take their rebates set<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">New knots in the bonds under which we fret."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, now I remember, I once rode free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forgot that the road rebated me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, yes, I'm a bit of a bluff, its true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How much of a bluff are you?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"You've been to hear 'Siegfried' and found it fine?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cried a classical friend one day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'm sure your impressions accord with mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I want your own words and way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, oh, "the tone-color beats belief,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, oh, "dynamics," and oh, "motif,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And "chiar-oscura, how finely abstruse,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And oh, la-la-la, and oh, well, what's the use?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the only thing I understood in the play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was that dippy, old dragon of <i>papier-mach&eacute;</i>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, yes, I'm a bit of a bluff, it's true;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What style of a bluff are you?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And the senator should, you believe, be returned?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said a newspaper-man to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"He's as rotten a rascal as ever burned,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I said. "May I quote?" asked he.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Oh, no," I replied, "if you're going to quote,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just remark that his friends are regretting to note<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the exigencies of the party case<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Indicate that he shouldn't re-enter the race."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the senator sometime may possibly be<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Interviewed by a newspaper-man about me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, none of these cases may quite fit you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what sort of a bluff <i>are</i> you?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 503px;">
+<img src="images/fig115.jpg" width="503" height="650" alt="Page 88." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 88.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THE CRITICS.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As a matter of fact,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am sure I can act,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">When I go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">To the show,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not the art of an Irving<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seems wholly deserving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And though Booth were the star<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'd have many a jar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If he heard the critique<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which I frequently speak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">As you<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Too.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Written deep in my heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is a knowledge of art,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">I've an eye<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Like a die.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And where Raphael's paint<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Has bedizened some saint,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I note his perspective<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is sadly defective,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you? O, I know<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">When you've looked on Corot<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The same<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Blame<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Came.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the world would have gained<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If my voice had been trained,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my ear<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is severe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">As I hear<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">De Reszke and Patti.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(I've heard 'em sing "ratty!")<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the crowd has yelled "Bis!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When a call for police<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Should have shortened the score.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was there ever a more<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Absurd<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Word<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Heard?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And I feel, now and then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I could handle a pen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For indeed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">As I heed<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">What I read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I observe many faults;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Homer nods, Shakespere halts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dante's sad, Pope is trite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Poe's mechanic, Holmes light,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet so easy to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is the thing, even you<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Might<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Write<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Quite<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Bright!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PLUG.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As you haven't asked me for advice, I'll give it to you now:<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No matter who or what you are, or where you are, the how<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Is plug.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may take your dictionary, unabridged, and con it through,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may swallow the Britannica and all its retinue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But here I lay it f. o. b.&mdash;the only word for you<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Is plug.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you in the big procession, but away behind the band?<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the cobble, or asphaltum, in the mud or in the sand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, you'll hear the story frequently of how some clever man<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cut clean across the country, so that now he's in the van;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may think that you will do it, but I don't believe you can,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">So plug!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 432px;">
+<img src="images/fig121.jpg" width="432" height="650" alt="Page 92." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 92.</i></span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you singing in the chorus? Do you want to be a star?<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You may think that you're a genius, but I don't believe you are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">So plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, you'll hear of this or that one who was born without a name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who slept eleven hours a day and dreamed the way to fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who simply couldn't push it off, so rapidly it came!<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">But plug.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Are you living in the valley? Do you want to reach the height?<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the hottest sun of day is and the coldest stars of night?<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, it may be you're a fool, but if a fool you want to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you want to climb above the crowd so every one can see<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just how a fool may look when he is at his apogee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Why, plug!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Can you make a mile a minute? Do you want to make it two?<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Are you good and up against it? Well, the only thing to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Is plug.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, you'll find some marshy places, where the crust is pretty thin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when you think you're gliding out, you're only sliding in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the only thing for you to do is think of this and grin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">And plug.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's many a word that's prettier that hasn't half the cheer<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Of plug.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It may not save you in a day, but try it for a year.<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">Plug!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to show you I am competent to tell you what is what,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I assure you that I never yet have made a centre shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which surely is an ample demonstration that I ought<br /></span>
+<span class="i16">To plug.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
+<h2>FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTENT.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i10">I.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You sometimes think you'd like to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">John D.?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not a man you know would dare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To josh you on your handsome hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or say, "Hey, John, it's rather rude<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To boost refined and jump on crude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To help Chicago University,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or bull the doctrine of&mdash;immersity."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i10">II.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You wouldn't care to be the Pope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">I hope?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With not a chum to call your own,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hale you up by telephone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With, "Say, old man, I hope you're free<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-night. Bring Mrs. Pope to tea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let some one else lock up the pearly<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gateway to-night and get here early!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i10">III.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Perhaps you sometimes deem the Czar<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">A star?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With not a palm in all the land<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To strike his fairly, hand to hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With not a man in all the pack<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To fetch a hand against his back<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And cry, "Well met, Old Nick, come out<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let us trot the kids about.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tut, man! you needn't look so pale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A red flag means an auction sale."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i10">IV.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I'll bet even Shakespeare's name was "Will,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i12">Until<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was so dead that he was great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For fame can only isolate.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And better than "The Immortal Bard"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were "Hello, Bill," and "Howdy, pard!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Would he have swapped his comrades' laughter<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all the praise of ages after?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p>
+<h2>A SONG OF REST.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have sung the song of striving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the struggling, of arriving,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of making of one's self a horse and mounting him and driving!<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">But now, let's cease;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Let's look for peace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's forget the mark of money,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let's forget the love of fame.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life is ours and skies are sunny;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What is worry but a name?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let's sit down and whiff and whittle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us loaf and laugh a little.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(Here the youngest spoiled the rime<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By running to me for a dime.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have sung the joy of doing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the pleasure of pursuing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how life is like a woman and our role and rule is wooing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">But now, O let<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Us cease to fret!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us cease our vain desiring;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Water's better than Cliquot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is honor but perspiring?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wealth's another name for woe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us spread out in the clover,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just too lazy to turn over,&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i1">(Here my wife brought in the news:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All the children need new shoes.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have sung the song of action,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the sweet of satisfaction<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of pounding, pounding, pounding opposition to a fraction,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">But now, let's quit;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Let's rest a bit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Money only makes us greedy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life's success is but a taunt.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He alone is never needy<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who has learned to laugh at want.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us loaf and laugh and wallow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Too much work to even swallow&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(Here's the mail and bills are curses;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I must try to sell these verses.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p>
+<h2>DESIRE.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the ripe, red apple which handily hung<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flaunted and taunted and swayed and swung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till it itched your fingers and tickled your tongue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it was juicy and you were young!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you held your hands and you turned your head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you thought of the switch which hung in the shed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you didn't take it (or so you said),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But tell me&mdash;didn't you want to?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the rounded maiden who passed you by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whose cheek was dimpled, whose glance was shy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But who looked at you out of the tail of her eye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And flirted her skirt just a trifle high!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, you were human and not sedate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you thought of the narrow way and straight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you didn't follow (or so you state),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But tell me&mdash;didn't you want to?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, the golden chink and the sibilant sign<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which sang of honey and love and wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of pleasure and power when the sun's a-shine<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And plenty and peace in the day's decline!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, the dream was schemed and the play was planned;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You had nothing to do but to reach your hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But you didn't (or so I understand),<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But tell me&mdash;didn't you want to?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh, you wanted to, yes; and hence you crow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the Want To within you found its foe<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which wanted you not to want to, and so<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You were able to answer always "No."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So you tell yourself you are pretty fine clay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To have tricked temptation and turned it away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But wait, my friend, for a different day!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wait till you want to want to!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
+<img src="images/fig131.jpg" width="451" height="650" alt="Page 99." title="" />
+<span class="caption"><i>Page 99.</i></span>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
+<h2>THERE IS, OH, SO MUCH.</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is oh, so much for a man to be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He may cover the world like the searching sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He may be of the rush of the city's roar<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his song may sing where the condors soar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or may dip to the dark of Labrador,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is oh, so much for a man to do<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He may sort the suns of Andromeda through<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or he may strive, as a good man must,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the wretch at his feet who licks the dust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And never learn how to be even just<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is oh, so much for a man to learn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The least and the most he should trouble to earn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The message burned bright on the heavenly scroll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The little he needs that his stomach be whole,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The vastness of vision to sate his soul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is oh, so much for a man to get<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He may drench the earth in vicarious sweat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his wealth may be but a lifelong itch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">While the lowliest digger within his ditch<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May have gained the little to make him rich<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is oh, so much for a man to try<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sea is so deep and the hill so high<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sometimes we look at our little ball<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where the smallest is great and the greatest small<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wonder the why and the what of it all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There is oh, so much, so we work as we may<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And loiter a little along the way<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O, the honeybee works, but the honeybee clings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To the flowers of life and the honeybee sings!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let us eat the sweet and forget the stings<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In nineteen hundred and now!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p>
+<h2>HOW DID YOU DIE?</h2>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Did you tackle that trouble that came your way<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a resolute heart and cheerful?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or hide your face from the light of day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a craven soul and fearful?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, a trouble's a ton, or a trouble's an ounce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or a trouble is what you make it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it isn't the fact that you're hurt that counts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But only how did you take it?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">You are beaten to earth? Well, well, what's that?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come up with a smiling face.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's nothing against you to fall down flat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But to lie there&mdash;that's disgrace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The harder you're thrown, why the higher you bounce;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be proud of your blackened eye!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It isn't the fact that you're licked that counts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's how did you fight&mdash;and why?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And though you be done to the death, what then?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you battled the best you could,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you played your part in the world of men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why, the Critic will call it good.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Death comes with a crawl, or comes with a pounce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And whether he's slow or spry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It isn't the fact that you're dead that counts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But only how did you die?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 650px;">
+<img src="images/fig136.jpg" width="650" height="321" alt="" title="" />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-14 20:00:10 -0700
committer	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-14 20:00:10 -0700
commit	86481037b29d660ee9628dde90aa66154d6ca3b2 (patch)
tree	7d48dd8ad8ef35d140881019e9dd1928304cd8c4 /33770-h