Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight By Charles Mackay |
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 | Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight |  |
I. GREAT AUTHORITIES.
Three swine lay wallowing in the mire,
As fat as farmer could desire;
When one pig to the other said,
“Dost see the warm sun overhead?
Men call him great and wondrous fine,
Noble, glorious, and divine;
In my opinion, men are wrong,
And pile their epithets too strong.”
As fat as farmer could desire;
When one pig to the other said,
“Dost see the warm sun overhead?
Men call him great and wondrous fine,
Noble, glorious, and divine;
In my opinion, men are wrong,
And pile their epithets too strong.”
“And in mine, too,” said pig the second;
“The sun's less mighty than he's reckoned.
'Tis true he flares, and gives us light,
But then he disappears at night!
And, to my thought, more lovely far
Is the pale moon, or evening star,
They are not fierce enough to kill,
We can look at them when we will;
But not at him, so proud and hot,
He'd strike us blind as soon as not.”
“The sun's less mighty than he's reckoned.
'Tis true he flares, and gives us light,
But then he disappears at night!
And, to my thought, more lovely far
Is the pale moon, or evening star,
They are not fierce enough to kill,
We can look at them when we will;
But not at him, so proud and hot,
He'd strike us blind as soon as not.”
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“I quite agree,” said pig the third;
“Of course, his merits all have heard;
But no one tells of his disgrace,
Th' intemperate blotches on his face!
The fevers and the plagues he sends,
In short, he's flattered by his friends!
He's bright, no doubt, and all the rest,
But, to my thinking, moonlight's best!”
“Of course, his merits all have heard;
But no one tells of his disgrace,
Th' intemperate blotches on his face!
The fevers and the plagues he sends,
In short, he's flattered by his friends!
He's bright, no doubt, and all the rest,
But, to my thinking, moonlight's best!”
| Interludes and Undertones, or, Music at Twilight | |