Рет қаралды 6
❤️... (Lyrics 1912 byJames Whitcomb Riley)
It was a man of many parts
Who in his coffer mind
Had stored the Classics and the Arts
And Sciences combined
The purest gems of poetry
Came flashing from his pen -
The wholesome truths of History
He gave his fellows hence
He knew the stars from "Dog" to Mars
And he could tell you too their distances -
As though the gods
Had often checked him through
And time 'twould take to reach the Sun
Or by the Milky Way
Drop in upon the Moon
Or run
The homeward trip too or stay
With Logic at his fingers' ends
Theology in mind
He often entertained his friends
Until they died resigned
And irony
With inquiring mind intent
Upon Alchemic arts
He spent his final days
On a dynamite experiment
Which left him a man of many parts