Poems by William W. Story | ||
[VIII. The old because 'tis old the fool will reverence]
The old because 'tis old the fool will reverence—
The new because 'tis new, to him is void of sense.
The new because 'tis new, to him is void of sense.
Leave him with feeble bow his pointless jeer to shoot;
The wise would understand before they would refute.
The wise would understand before they would refute.
When sliding down its rails the engine thunders, mark!
From every farm-house runs some foolish cur to bark.
From every farm-house runs some foolish cur to bark.
Poems by William W. Story | ||