WHO would think, herein to look, That from these exiguous bounds, I have dug a printed book And a cheque for twenty pounds? Thus do those who trust the Lord Go rejoicing on their way And receive a great reward For having been so kind as lay. Had the fun of the voyage Had the sport of the boats Who could have hoped in addition The pleasure of fing'ring the notes? Yes, sir, I wrote the book; I own the fact; It was perhaps, sir, an unworthy act. Have you perused it, sir?''"You have?''"indeed! Then between you and me there no debate is. I did a silly act, but I was fee'd; You did a sillier, and you did it gratis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRIEF by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS REMEMBER WITH A SONG by STEWART ATKINS SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN |