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POEMS.
WASTED TIME.
Now, some people there be
Who would argue with me
On the pleasure of working for working's sake,
Of the joys that you find
When you force your mind
New mountains to climb and new pathways to take.
Who would argue with me
On the pleasure of working for working's sake,
Of the joys that you find
When you force your mind
New mountains to climb and new pathways to take.
Now they learn how to cook
From a cookery book;
They nurse the poor sick, or go visiting crime:
Seven fads in a day
Are not too much, for they
Would do anything rather than waste their time.
From a cookery book;
They nurse the poor sick, or go visiting crime:
Seven fads in a day
Are not too much, for they
Would do anything rather than waste their time.
There are classes, indeed,
Fit for anyone's need:
To play cards, the piano, or, sometimes, the deuce!
To make Browning seem plain,
To paint castles in Spain—
But if you ve no talent, why, what is the use?
Fit for anyone's need:
To play cards, the piano, or, sometimes, the deuce!
To make Browning seem plain,
To paint castles in Spain—
But if you ve no talent, why, what is the use?
