<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416663" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Job Work</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Write me a rhyme of the present time'.<br>And the poet took his pen<br>And wrote such lines as the miser minds<br>Hide in the hearts of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He grew enthused, as the poets used<br>When their fingers kissed the strings<br>Of some sweet lyre, and caught the fire<br>True inspiration brings,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sang the song of a nation's wrong--<br>Of the patriot's galling chain,<br>And the glad release that the angel, Peace,<br>Has given him again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He sang the lay of religion's sway,<br>Where a hundred creeds clasp hands<br>And shout in glee such a symphony<br>That the whole world understands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He struck the key of monopoly,<br>And sang of her swift decay,<br>And traveled the track of the railway back<br>With a blithesome roundelay--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of the tranquil bliss of a true love kiss;<br>And painted the picture, too,<br>Of the wedded life, and the patient wife,<br>And the husband fond and true;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sang the joy that a noble boy<br>Brings to a father's soul,<br>Who lets the wine as a mocker shine<br>Stagnated in the bowl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he stabbed his pen in the ink again,<br>And wrote with a writhing frown,<br>'This is the end.' 'And now, my friend,<br>You may print it--upside down!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416663" data-title="Job Work de James Whitcomb Riley" data-description="'Write me a rhyme of the present time'. And the poet took his pen And wrote such lines as the miser minds Hide in the hearts of men. He grew enthused, as the poets used When their fingers kissed the strings Of some sweet lyre, and caught the fire..."></div> </div> </div>

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