Trained by his owner this vile deed to do,
Made many a widowed rat and orphan too.
Further I shall not say, except with tooth and claw,
Pitch into all your foes, especially old Shaw;
And do it rats at once, for you must see, of course.
The little good that's got by merely moral force.
One brief short sentence more—Be bold! and verbum sat,
A small subscription[1] raise for yours,
'Tis Wonderful what we can Do if we Try.
I'm fond of old maxims, they serve to convey,
A vast deal of truth in a very brief way;
For instance, take this one, which none can deny,
It's wonderful what we can do if we try!
What a beacon of hope in this sentence we find!
What a spur to exertion it lends to the mind!
Neglected full half of our energies lie;
Oh, it's wonderful what we can do if we try!
- ↑ There that's exactly what I expected; the old rat winds up just like all the rest of these would be patriots, with a hint about giving him summutt. It's a nation strange thing they never can, somehow, get their feelings to rise higher than their breeches pockets. They're all alike for that—Printer's Devil.
