In 'N and Q' we meet to weigh The Hannibals of yesterday; We trace, thro' all its moss o'ergrown, The script upon Time's oldest stone, Nor scorn his latest waif and stray. Letters and Folk-lore, Art, the Play; Whate'er, in short, men think or say, We make our theme -- we make our own, In 'N and Q.' Stranger, whoe'er you be, who may From China to Peru survey, Aghast, the waste of things unknown, Take heart of grace, you're not alone; And all (who will) may find their way In 'N and Q.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CREDO by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE STANZAS TO M.P. by BERNARD BARTON HOURS OF RECREATION by LEVI BISHOP TAKE YOUR CHOICE: ACCORDING TO FRANKLIN P. ADAMS by BERTON BRALEY |