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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rhymes of Sym</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody knew why it should be so;<br>Nobody knew or wanted to know.<br>It might have been checked had but someone dared<br>To trace its beginnings; but nobody cared.<br>But 'twas clear to the wise that the Glugs of those days<br>Were crazed beyond reason concerning a craze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They would pass a thing by for a week or a year,<br>With an air apathetic, or maybe a sneer:<br>Some ev'ryday thing, like a crime or a creed,<br>A mode or a movement, and pay it small heed,<br>Till Somebody started to laud it aloud;<br>Then all but the Nobodies followed the crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thus, Sym was a craze; tho', to give him his due,<br>He would rather have strayed from the popular view.<br>But once the Glugs had him they held him so tight<br>That he could not be nobody, try as he might.<br>He had to be Somebody, so they decreed.<br>For Craze is an appetite, governed by Greed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>So on Saturday week to the Great Market Square<br>Came every Glug who could rake up his fare.<br>They came from the suburbs, they came from the town,<br>There came from the country Glugs bearded and brown,<br>Rich Glugs, with cigars, all well-tailored and stout,<br>Jostled commonplace Glugs who dropped aitches about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>There were gushing Glug maids, well aware of their charms,<br>And stern, massive matrons with babes in their arms.<br>There were querulous dames who complained of the 'squash,'<br>The pushing and squeezing; for, briefly, all Gosh,<br>With its aunt and its wife, stood agape in the ranks <br>Excepting Sir Stodge and his satellite Swanks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Mayor of Quog took the chair for the day;<br>And he made them a speech, and he ventured to say<br>That a Glug was a Glug, and the Cause they held dear<br>Was a very dear Cause. And the Glugs said, 'Hear, hear.'<br>Then Sym took the stage to a round of applause<br>From thousands who suddenly found they'd a Cause.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We strive together in life's crowded mart,<br>Keen-eyed, with clutching hands to over-reach.<br>We scheme, we lie, we play the selfish part,<br>Masking our lust for gain with gentle speech;<br>And masking too - O pity ignorance! <br>Our very selves behind a careless glance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ah, foolish brothers, seeking e'er in vain<br>The one dear gift that liesso near at hand;<br>Hoping to barter gold we meanly gain<br>For that the poorest beggar in the land<br>Holds for his own, to hoard while yet he spends;<br>Seeking fresh treasure in the hearts of friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We preach; yet do we deem it worldly-wise<br>To count unbounded brother-love a shame,<br>So, ban the brother-look from out our eyes,<br>Lest sparks of sympathy be fanned to flame.<br>We smile; and yet withhold, in secret fear,<br>The word so hard to speak, so sweet to hear -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Open Sesame to meanest hearts,<br>The magic word, to which stern eyes grow soft,<br>And crafty faces, that the cruel marts<br>Have seared and scored, turn gentle - Nay, how oft<br>It trembles on the lip to die unppoke,<br>And dawning love is stifled with a joke.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nay, brothers, look about your world to-day:<br>A world to you so drab, so commonplace <br>The flowers still are blooming by the way,<br>As blossom smiles upon the sternest face.<br>In everv hour is born some thought of love;<br>In every heart is hid some treasure-trove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a modified clapping and stamping of feet<br>The Glugs mildly cheered him, as Sym took his seat.<br>But some said 'twas clever, and some said 'twas grand<br>More especially those who did not understand.<br>And some said, with frowns, tho' the words sounded plain,<br>Yet it had a deep meaning they craved to explain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the Mayor said: Silence! He wished to observe<br>That a Glug was a Glug; and in wishing to serve<br>This glorious Cause, which they'd asked him to lead,<br>They had proved they were Glugs of the noble old breed<br>That made Gosh what it was . . . and he'd ask the police<br>To remove that small boy while they heard the next piece.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now come,' said the Devil, he said to me,<br>With his swart face all a-grin,<br>'This day, ere ever the clock strikes three,<br>Shall you sin your darling sin.<br>For I've wagered a crown with Beelzebub,<br>Down there at the Gentlemen's Brimstone Club,<br>I shall tempt you once, I shall tempt you twice,<br>Yet thrice shall you fall ere I tempt you thrice.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Begone, base Devil!' I made reply -<br>'Begone with your fiendish grin!<br>How hope you to profit by such as I?<br>For I have no darling sin.<br>But many there be, and I know them well,<br>All foul with sinning and ripe for Hell.<br>And I name no names, but the whole world knows<br>That I am never of such as those.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'How nowt' said the Devil. 'I'll spread my net,<br>And I vow I'll gather you in!<br>By this and by that shall I win my bet,<br>And you shall sin the sin!<br>Come, fill up a bumper of good red wine,<br>Your heart shall sing, and your eye shall shine,<br>You shall know such joy as you never have known.<br> For the salving of men was the good vine grown.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Begone, red Devil!' I made reply.<br>'Parch shall these lips of mine,<br>And my tongue shall shrink, and my throat go dry,<br>Ere ever I taste your wine!<br>But greet you shall, as I know full well,<br>A tipsy score of my friends in Hell.<br>And I name no names, but the whole world wots<br>Most of my fellows are drunken sots.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Ah, ha!' said the Devil. 'You scorn the wine!<br>Thrice shall you sin, I say,<br>To win me a crown from a friend of mine,<br>Ere three o' the clock this day.<br>Are you calling to mind some lady fair?<br>And is she a wife or a maiden rare?<br>'Twere folly to shackle young love, hot Youth;<br>And stolen kisses are sweet, forsooth!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Begone, foul Devil!' I made reply;<br>'For never in all my life<br>Have I looked on a woman with lustful eye,<br>Be she maid, or widow, or wife.<br>But my brothers! Alas! I am scandalized<br>By their evil passions so ill disguised.<br>And I name no names, but my thanks I give<br>That I loathe the lives my fellow-men live.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Ho, ho!' roared the Devil in fiendish glee.<br>''Tis a silver crown I win!<br>Thrice have you fallen! 0 Pharisee,<br>You have sinned your darling sin!'<br>'But, nay,' said I; 'and I scorn your lure.<br>I have sinned no sin, and my heart is pure.<br>Come, show me a sign of the sin you see!'<br>But the Devil was gone . . . and the clock struck three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With an increase of cheering and waving of hats<br>While the little boys squealed, and made noises like cats <br>The Glugs gave approval to Sym's second rhyme.<br>And some said 'twas thoughtful, and some said 'twas prime;<br>And some said 'twas witty, and had a fine end:<br>More especially those who did not comprehend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And some said with leers and with nudges and shrugs<br>That, they mentioned no names, but it hit certain Glugs.<br>And others remarked, with superior smiles,<br>While dividing the metrical feet into miles,<br>That the thing seemed quite simple, without any doubt,<br>But the anagrams in it would need thinking out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the Mayor said, Hush! And he wished to explain<br>That in leading this Movement he'd nothing to gain.<br>He was ready to lead, since they trusted him so;<br>And, wherever he led he was sure Glugs would go.<br>And he thanked them again, and craved peace for a time,<br>While this gifted young man read his third and last rhyme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(To sing you a song and a sensible song is a worthy and excellent thing;<br>But how could I sing you that sort of a song, if there's never a song to sing?)<br>At ten to the tick, by the kitchen clock, I marked him blundering by,<br>With his eyes astare, and his rumpled hair, and his hat cocked over his eye.<br>Blind, in his pride, to his shoes untied, he went with a swift jig-jog,<br>Off on the quest, with a strange unrest, hunting the Feasible Dog.<br>And this is the song, as he dashed along, that he sang with a swaggering swing <br>(Now how had I heard him singing a song if he hadn't a song to sing?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've found the authentic, identical beast!<br>The Feasible Dog, and the terror of Gosh!<br>I know by the prowl of him.<br>Hark to the growl of him!<br>Heralding death to the subjects of Splosh.<br>Oh, look at him glaring and staring, by thunder!<br>Now each for himself, and the weakest goes under!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Beware this injurious, furious brute;<br> He's ready to rend you with tooth and with claw.<br> Tho' 'tis incredible,<br> Anything edible<br> Disappears suddenly into his maw:<br> Into his cavernous inner interior<br> Vanishes evrything strictly superior.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">He calls it 'Woman,' he calls it 'Wine,' he calls it 'Devils' and 'Dice';<br>He calls it 'Surfing' and 'Sunday Golf' and names that are not so nice.<br>But whatever he calls it-'Morals' or 'Mirth'-he is on with the hunt right quick<br>For his sorrow he'd hug like a gloomy Gllig if he hadn't a dog to kick.<br>So any old night, if the stars are right, vou will find him, hot on the trail<br>Of a feasible dog and a teasable dog, with a can to tie to his tail.<br>And the song that he roars to the shuddering stars is a worthy and excellent thing.<br>(Yet how could you hear him singing a song if there wasn't a song to sing?)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've watched his abdominous, ominous shape<br>Abroad in the land while the nation has slept,<br>Marked his satanical<br>Methods tyrannical;<br>Rigorous, vigorous vigil I kept.<br>Good gracious! Voracious is hardly the name for it!<br>Yet we have only our blindness to blame for it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My dear, I've autoptical, optical proof<br> That he's prowling and growling at large in the land.<br> Hear his pestiferous<br>Clamour vociferous,<br>Gurgles and groans of the beastliest brand.<br>Some may regard his contortions as comical.<br>But I've the proof that his game's gastronomical.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Beware this obstreperous, leprous beast -<br>A treacherous wretch, for I know him of old.<br>I'm on the track of him,<br>Close at the back of him,<br>And I'm aware his ambitions are bold;<br>For he's yearning and burning to snare the superior<br>Into his roomy and gloomy interior.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Such a shouting and yelling of hearty Bravoes,<br>Such a craning of necks and a standing on toes<br>Seemed to leave ne'er a doubt that the Tinker's last rhyme<br>Had now won him repute 'mid the Glugs for all time.<br>And they all said the rhyme was the grandest they'd heard:<br>More especially those who had not caught a word.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But the Mayor said: Peace! And he stood, without fear,<br>As the leader of all to whom Justice was dear.<br>For the Tinker had rhymed, as the Prophet foretold,<br>And a light was let in on the errors of old.<br>For in every line, and in every verse<br>Was the proof that Sir Stodge was a traitor, and worse!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Sir Stodge (said the Mayor), must go from his place;<br>And the Swanks, one and all, were a standing disgrace!<br>For the influence won o'er a weak, foolish king<br>Was a menace to Gosh, and a scandalous thing!<br>'And now,' said the Mayor, 'I stand here to-day<br>As your leader and friend.' And the Glugs said, 'Hooray!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Then they went to their homes in the suburbs and town;<br>To their farms went the Glugs who were bearded and brown.<br>Portly Glugs with cigars went to dine at their clubs,<br>While illiterate Glugs had one more at the pubs.<br>And each household in Gosh sat and talked half the night<br>Of the wonderful day, and the imminent fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Forgetting the rhymer, forgetting his rhymes,<br>They talked of Sir Stodge and his numerous crimes.<br>There was hardly a C3lug in the whole land of Gosh<br>Who'd a lenient word to put in for King Splosh.<br>One and all, to the mangiest, surliest dog,<br>Were quite eager to bark for his Worship of Quog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Forgotten, unnoticed, Sym wended his way<br>To his lodging in Gosh at the close of the day.<br>And 'twas there, to his friend and companion of years <br>To his little red dog with the funny prick ears <br>That he poured out his woe; seeking nothing to hide;<br>And the little dog listened, his head on one side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'O you little red dog, you are weary as I.<br>It is days, it is months since we saw the blue sky.<br>And it seems weary years since we sniffed at the breeze<br>As it hms thro' the hedges and sings in the trees.<br>These we know and we love. But this city holds fears,<br>O my friend of the road, with the funny prick ears.<br>And for what me we hope from his Worship of Quog?'<br>'Oh, and a bone, and a kick,' said the little red dog.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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It might have been checked had but someone dared
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