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CRISPIN.
By Mr. J. G.
A shoemaker!—'tis whimsical enough:
Methinks I see him seated on his trough,
With awls, and ends, and lasts about him thrown,
And thread and leather mingled up and down;
No library of books, nor dictionary,
No common-place book, nor vocabulary;
But leather, leather is his daily theme
From morn to night; but little time to dream:
And yet our Crispin writes, and works, and sings,
With merry heart, on great and various things,
As r---s and wh---s, and l---ds and d---s and k---s.
Methinks I see him seated on his trough,
With awls, and ends, and lasts about him thrown,
And thread and leather mingled up and down;
No library of books, nor dictionary,
No common-place book, nor vocabulary;
But leather, leather is his daily theme
From morn to night; but little time to dream:
And yet our Crispin writes, and works, and sings,
With merry heart, on great and various things,
As r---s and wh---s, and l---ds and d---s and k---s.
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So have I seen, upon a summer's day,
The humble caterpillar work its way;
Tho' slow its motion, and its progress odd,
It answers ev'ry purpose of its God;
Till by the fost'ring sun's enliv'ning care,
Becomes a butterfly, and wings the air.
The humble caterpillar work its way;
Tho' slow its motion, and its progress odd,
It answers ev'ry purpose of its God;
Till by the fost'ring sun's enliv'ning care,
Becomes a butterfly, and wings the air.
So may our Cobler rise by friendly aid,
Be happy and successful in his trade;
His awl and pen with readiness be found
To make or keep our understandings found.
Be happy and successful in his trade;
His awl and pen with readiness be found
To make or keep our understandings found.
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