The Country EditorFor it didn't suit him quite; If it would change its politics Some future time he might. But one day when a fever Left Jim a-lying cold, That little country weekly The sweetest story told___ Of Jim, the noble citizen, Of Jim, an honest man, Of Jim, the kindest husband___ 'Twas thus the story ran. And when the lonely widow Came in one day to see How much would be some extras He gave a dozen free. Joe Sponge was there in business, Not half a block away. He bought no advertising___ He said it didn't pay, His letterhead used daily Bore cuts of axle grease, And dust came through the wind And settled down in peace. When others boosted business By boosting for the town, When others spent their money Joe never would come down; They couldn't get a nickel Of him to make things go, He sat around and waited To catch the overflow, But one day Joe was busy A figuring intent, On how to make some money And yet not spend a cent, When Gabriel's horn blew loudly And Joe he heard its call, And passed from earth forever O'er the dividing wall. That editor got busy And wrote a column "ad" Of how Joe Sponge, the merchant, Had made the town so sad, But some way as he wrote it, No tears came to his eyes, For something seemed to whisper, "He wouldn't advertise." And when he spoke of sorrow A whisper come___"How few There are who care, Dear Writer, Except myself and you." And when he spoke of kindness To some poor mortal done, A whisper louder than the rest Said, "Can you name just one?" Though it was an irksome duty, Yet boldly on he wrote, And though the words were sad, he felt No choking in his throat. And when his readers read it With eyes free from all tears, One statement's true they all agreed, "He lived here twenty years." Tall is the man that dwells above The mists of hate and scorn, That sees the sun beyond the cloud, The rose, before the thorn. He speaks the kindlier word for all, The living and the dead, Works hard each day, misunderstood, Continues straight ahead, Discriminating, fearless, firm When evils override, He is the strength of every town The Nation's safest guide. __Ed Blair. |
Sunflower Siftings
Ed Blair
(Boston: The Gorham Press. 1914)
Pages 70-72
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