And Mother catechises me Till I want to go out and swear. I wasted my substance, I know I did, But there's nothing on record to show I did They talk of the money I spent out there — So I was a mark for plunder at once, Where I spent my nights and my days with hogs. Till, I guess, I have learned what pays with hogs And I have that knowledge to sell! So back I go to my job again, Not so easy to rob again, Or quite so ready to sob again On any neck that's around. I'm leaving, Pater. Good-bye to you! I wouldn't be impolite to you, But, Brother, you are a hound! THE NECESSITARIAN I know not in Whose hands are laid The very Urns of Mirth; Who bids the Heavenly Lark arise Who joins the flats of Time and Chance And thrones on Shrieking Circumstance The Sacredly Absurd, Till Laughter, voiceless through excess, No creed hath dared to hail Him Lord, And Nature's strenuous Overword Hath nowhere breathed His Name. Yet, it must be, on wayside jape,. The selfsame power as went to shape THE JESTER There are three degrees of bliss Who saves a brother's soul There is the Power made known! There are three degrees of bliss And the second place is his For there the Glory lies! There are three degrees of bliss |