Poems by William W. Story | ||
[VII. Why fear the critic's pen; if dipped in gall it be]
Why fear the critic's pen; if dipped in gall it be
It but corrodes itself, it cannot injure thee.
It but corrodes itself, it cannot injure thee.
Sound speech, howe'er severe, deem thou the surgeon's knife
That cuts the cancer out and thereby saves the life.
That cuts the cancer out and thereby saves the life.
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Yet, let the surgeon heed, the flesh he takes oft lies
So near the patient's heart, that taken thence, he dies.
So near the patient's heart, that taken thence, he dies.
Poems by William W. Story | ||