Lines in Pleasant Places Rhythmics of many moods and quantities. Wise and otherwise |
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[There is a picture, pinned against my wall] |
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[There is a picture, pinned against my wall]
There is a picture, pinned against my wall,Of one, a printer, managing his “case:”
He deftly wields a “stick,” I think they call
The implement that holds the types in place.
A patient face, with eyes intently bent
Upon the “copy” plainly held in view;
His lips compressed as though his soul were lent
To pierce the ink-traced mystery through and through.
Ah, grand old type! my spirit bows to thee,
Although the world thy merit cannot own;
I in thy toil a benefaction see,
That tends to human good, and that alone:
But, like the quadruped that once did bear
Unknowingly the world's salvation, he don't care.
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