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| − | + | SELWYN THOMPSON, BELFAST, MAINE. | |
| − | + | PHILANTHROPISTS may give their all | |
| − | + | To mend conditions on this ball; | |
| − | + | Found hospitals and libraries | |
| − | + | (Their names engraved upon the frieze), | |
| − | + | Establish schools, ope Learning's door | |
| − | + | (To those who knew a lot before) | |
| − | To | + | But here is one whose kindly heart |
| − | Found hospitals | + | Does truly take the laborer's part, |
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| − | (To those who | ||
| − | But here is one whose | ||
| − | Does truly | ||
And with the product of his hands | And with the product of his hands | ||
Between him and the cold world stands. | Between him and the cold world stands. | ||
Confess it now, ye sycophants, | Confess it now, ye sycophants, | ||
| − | What were proud man without his-clothes? | + | What were proud man without his -- clothes? |
| − | + | King, poet, peasant mixed would be | |
In obscure mediocrity. | In obscure mediocrity. | ||
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Old Adam wept and swore to boot | Old Adam wept and swore to boot | ||
| − | + | When Eve brought him his fig-leaf suit. | |
| − | + | They didn't fit him by a mile. | |
| − | (What really pained him | + | (What really pained him was the style). |
| − | No more he'd weep if he | + | No more he'd weep if he could gain |
| − | A suit at | + | A suit at Thompson's, Belfast, Maine. |
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SELWYN THOMPSON, BELFAST, MAINE.
PHILANTHROPISTS may give their all To mend conditions on this ball; Found hospitals and libraries (Their names engraved upon the frieze), Establish schools, ope Learning's door (To those who knew a lot before) But here is one whose kindly heart Does truly take the laborer's part, And with the product of his hands Between him and the cold world stands. Confess it now, ye sycophants, What were proud man without his -- clothes? King, poet, peasant mixed would be In obscure mediocrity.
Old Adam wept and swore to boot When Eve brought him his fig-leaf suit. They didn't fit him by a mile. (What really pained him was the style). No more he'd weep if he could gain A suit at Thompson's, Belfast, Maine.
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