"A poetical entertainer," The old schoolhouse and other poems and conceits in verse . your prayer, Though ye may wander or abide;Be honor with me everywhere, With ebbing as with flooding zealous then, thine hour is brief, In faith someone doth pray for thee,And someone holds thee in belief As him who brings what ought to be. 20 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. THE POET IS BORN, NOT MADE. Poeta nascitur, non fit. Men say the poets born, not made— Divine his birth, sublime his trade. Who seems to sing with easy grace The song that Hghts a toilers face. Though men may flout the dreamers rhyme
"A poetical entertainer," The old schoolhouse and other poems and conceits in verse . your prayer, Though ye may wander or abide;Be honor with me everywhere, With ebbing as with flooding zealous then, thine hour is brief, In faith someone doth pray for thee,And someone holds thee in belief As him who brings what ought to be. 20 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. THE POET IS BORN, NOT MADE. Poeta nascitur, non fit. Men say the poets born, not made— Divine his birth, sublime his trade. Who seems to sing with easy grace The song that Hghts a toilers face. Though men may flout the dreamers rhyme, The poets word endures with time. His thoughts are tuned to aching heart. And spring at touch of sorrows dart. With kindling zeal he sings his song That prostrate souls may rise up strong. When men despair he flies his flag, And bravely sings lest others lag. His life blood ebbs, his hope is gone, Knight of the right, he cheers men on, His soul aflame with noble wrath. Sweet flowers deck the poets path. Who sows mid clods of human greed, In future years shall spring the Though men may flout the dreamers rhyme, POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. Een though his sorrows end in night,Full time shall trim the poets light,And men shall know the poets , of pain and sorrow fast this truth, despite mens scorn,The poets made as well as born. AN IDEAL. An Imitation. In Hours of Recreation, 1880. If I had wit and beautyAwhile Id play the beau; Id pledge a solemn dutyTo let my humor flow. Id keep my spirits frisky And charm the fair with chat, For jesting isnt risky When jokes are never flat. 22 POEMS AND CONCEITS IN VERSE. The lords of all creationMost envious should be, When womans adorationThe fair bestowed on me. If I had untold money,Then servants full a score, The wise, the grave, the funnyShould serve my ample store. Id give the choicest viands of the best, Id ask both saints and sinners;They munch with equal zest. My wife, a stately beauty,Should
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