A Moral Alphabet, Page 25


How often on a bright Autumnal day
The Pious people of Pretoria say,
“Come, let us hunt the–” Then no more is heard
But Sounds of Strong Men struggling with a word.
Meanwhile, the distant Gnu with grateful eyes
Observes his opportunity, and flies.

Child, if you have a rummy kind of name,
Remember to be thankful for the same.


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