The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||
“PHIL” CRIMMINS
Still as he climbed into the public viewHis charms of person more apparent grew,
Till the pleased world that watched his airy grace
Saw nothing of him but his nether face—
Forgot his follies with his head's retreat,
And blessed his virtues as it viewed their seat.
The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||