Oh, Mirth And Innocence! Oh, Milk And

'tis Pleasant, Sure, To See One's Name In Print. A Book's A Book, Although There's Nothing In 't.

A Schoolboy's Tale, The Wonder Of An Hour!

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister