  MY first, untidy though thou art, A noted writer, and a scribe, This trait of thine hath won my heart: Thy kindness to the feathered tribe. My second dwells among the hills, Or lives on India’s coral strand; And many hearts with fear it thrills When marching in a mighty band. Sailing upon the summer seas, I watch the yachts and pleasure boats Spurred on by the propelling breeze— How gracefully my total floats! |
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