Our Profession and Other Poems
THE EAR

The tympanum with perfect drum

Hears not the sound when armies come

With clarion notes and song,

Unless its stimulated nerve

Has fully learned to humbly serve

In stations which belong

[Pg 45]

To those which God designed should live

For special duties, He might give

To move mankind along

Upon the road toward perfect man,

That He might thus reveal His plan,

And happiness prolong.

THE TONGUE.

The power that lies in perfect speech

Dwells with the few who only reach

That art through toil and care;

A faulty tongue perverts the ear,

Destroys the sense, augments the fear,


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