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A FAMILIAR ACQUAINTANCE.
I speak without a vocal sound,
I fly without a wing;
I roam the world's wide regions round,
And visit clown and king.
I'm welcomed by the good and great;
I'm trodden in the mire;
I kindle high and wise debate,
Likewise the kitchen fire.
I fly without a wing;
I roam the world's wide regions round,
And visit clown and king.
I'm welcomed by the good and great;
I'm trodden in the mire;
I kindle high and wise debate,
Likewise the kitchen fire.
I have more heads than hydras boast,
More points than they have scales;
More letters than the gray-clad ghost
Who carries round the mails;
I hold the eye of sage and fop,
Of joy and misery,
And often, in the grocer's shop,
His dabs of starch and tea.
More points than they have scales;
More letters than the gray-clad ghost
Who carries round the mails;
I hold the eye of sage and fop,
Of joy and misery,
And often, in the grocer's shop,
His dabs of starch and tea.
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I whisper all that may be told,
To all who will attend;
I point the path to fame and gold
As soon to foe as friend;
And often with remorseless might
I bring to beggary
The struggling and too sanguine wight
Who made and fostered me.
To all who will attend;
I point the path to fame and gold
As soon to foe as friend;
And often with remorseless might
I bring to beggary
The struggling and too sanguine wight
Who made and fostered me.
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