Dawn Potter
Nothing will bring promotion,
One to heaven and ten to hell
And better still, usefulness and happiness,
It does offend my heart
Than culture lending you general knowledge
Manners are not idle, but the
fruit
Beyond the depths of those with whom
The last—the worst—if torture
were not worse
You may shortly have to deal.
This portentous Bridge the dark
Abyss
Such knowledge of the poets
The mind is lord and master
Finds a ready and profitable market
Brave men who work while others
sleep
In the broad and gleaming halls of industry.
The ominous paralysis continues
[from Chestnut Hill, a verse-history-in-progress of southwestern Pennsylvania]
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