Why don't you start your rhyming mill?
How can you keep the old thing still,
I'd like to know?
And, if the water ran up hill,
I'd make her go.
I have not seen a strain of rhyme
Fresh from your pen for this long time;
I '11 wage a nickel 'gainst a dime,
You're thinkin' strong;
And ere we think, you'll make us climb,
To hear your song.
As Burns once said, we're stringin' verse:
That's bad enough, but might be worse;
Though 't puts no penny in our purse,
We scribble on;
We'll ne'er abuse so kind a nurse__
And be alone.
You 're, maybe, overhead in law,
(For other folks,) a dull old saw
You're used to drawing__yea, you draw
Quite well, I s'pose;
(But flattery is not worth a straw,
As one well knows.)
I like your "Washerwoman's Song";
"Kriterion's" measures glide along
With cadence sweet__with thought so strong,
It shows the will;
I think, my friend, you do us wrong,
By keeping still.
I trust you will Pegasus stride,
And cut the rope wherewith he's tied,
Give the old nag a lick, and ride
To win new bays,
Away up steep Parnassus' side
These latter days!
The wildest flowers oft may bring
The sweetest scent at christening;
The shooting star sometimes may fling
A radiant light;
The bird, untaught, may often wing
The grandest flight !
Friend Ironquill, ring out your lay,
And help us sing of later day;
Tune up your harp and give it sway,
And strike it soon;
Give us your merriest roundelay__
A Kansas rune!
___John W. Beebe