VI.
There's corn in Egypt still
(Pilgrim from Cairo to Cornhill!)
Give each his fill.
But all comers among
Treat best the young;
Fill the big brothers' knapsacks from thy bins,
But slip the Cup of Love in Benjamin's.
VII.
Next as to those
Who bring their lumbering verse or ponderous prose
To where good Smith and Elder
Have so long held their
Well-garnish'd Cornhill storehouse—
Bid them not bore us.
Tell them instead
To take their load next street, the Hall of Lead!
VIII.
Only one word besides—
As he who tanneth hides
Stocketh with proper implements his tannery:
So thou, Friend! do not fail
To store a stout corn flail,
Ready for use, within thy Cornhill granary.
Of old there walked abroad,
Prompt to right wrongs, Caliph Haroun al Rashid:
Deal thus with Fraud,
Or Job or Humbug—thrash it!
IX.
Courage, old Friend! long found
Firm at thy task, nor in fixt purpose fickle:
Up! choose thy ground,
Put forth thy shining sickle;—
Shun the dense underwood
Of Dunce or Dunderhood:
But reap North, South, East, Far West,
The world-wide Harvest!
