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But 'tis not enough for life enjoyed,
That only the body be employed,
And clad and nourished: from minds close pent,
Grow dangerous weeds of discontent.
When filled were cavities anatomic
Mid multiform gestures gastronomic,
A grave Judge rose, with the same mild air
Yet firm, that followed him everywhere,
And said, “My friends, we are here today,
Heaven knows, I suppose, how long to stay;
And each of us all should work his best
The others to rest and interest.
Each tell a story be't short or long,
Or dance, or whistle, or sing a song,
Or listen and cheer (for that, 'tis true,
Is something that every one can do,
And, trimmed with sufficient vim and art,
Will thrill through the entertainer's heart)
And make this anchorage as heaven meant,
A prosperous voyage of mind-content.”
That only the body be employed,
And clad and nourished: from minds close pent,
Grow dangerous weeds of discontent.
When filled were cavities anatomic
Mid multiform gestures gastronomic,
A grave Judge rose, with the same mild air
Yet firm, that followed him everywhere,
And said, “My friends, we are here today,
Heaven knows, I suppose, how long to stay;
And each of us all should work his best
The others to rest and interest.
Each tell a story be't short or long,
Or dance, or whistle, or sing a song,
Or listen and cheer (for that, 'tis true,
Is something that every one can do,
And, trimmed with sufficient vim and art,
Will thrill through the entertainer's heart)
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A prosperous voyage of mind-content.”
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