A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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THE TWIN FOLLOWERS.
Two ragged holes beam sadly out
Below the suburbs of this vest,
Like guardian angels of unrest,
They follow him for e'er about.
No picture could the public scan,
With half the greedy, fixed intent,
That on those dual holes is bent,
Those trade marks of an honest man.
Below the suburbs of this vest,
Like guardian angels of unrest,
They follow him for e'er about.
No picture could the public scan,
With half the greedy, fixed intent,
That on those dual holes is bent,
Those trade marks of an honest man.
How came those hungry holes both there?
Ah, ask the hours of toil and pain,
The pencil, lamp and woven cane,
The creaky, rusty, office chair!
Why, everything is new at first
And framed to stem the tide of life,
But all must yield at last to strife,
And even pants at length will burst.
Ah, ask the hours of toil and pain,
The pencil, lamp and woven cane,
The creaky, rusty, office chair!
Why, everything is new at first
And framed to stem the tide of life,
But all must yield at last to strife,
And even pants at length will burst.
And so, O honest holes, we greet
You with a proud and hearty grace;
Good welcome to the resting place,
Thrice welcome to the royal seat!
In all the turmoil, all the strife,
There are no teachers half so true,
To teach us what we learn from you,
The stern realities of life.
You with a proud and hearty grace;
Good welcome to the resting place,
Thrice welcome to the royal seat!
In all the turmoil, all the strife,
There are no teachers half so true,
To teach us what we learn from you,
The stern realities of life.
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