illustrating the vanity of human confidence。
One day I got a missive Writ in a dainty hand; Which
made my manly bosom With vanity expand。 'T was from a
‘‘young admirer'' Who asked me would I mind Sending her
‘‘favorite poem'' ‘‘In autograph; and signed。''
She craved the boon so sweetly That I had been a churl
Had I repulsed the homage Of this gentle; timid girl; With
bright illuminations I decked the manuscript; And in my
choicest paints and inks My brush and pen I dipt。
Indeed it had been tedious But that a flattered smile
Played on my rugged features And eased my toil the while。 I
was assured my poem Would fill her with delight I fancied
she was pretty I knew that she was bright!
And for a spell thereafter That unknown damsel's face
With its worshipful expression Pursued me every place;
Meseemed to hear her whisper: ‘‘O; thank you; gifted sir; For
the overwhelming honor You so graciously confer!''
But a catalogue from Benjamin's Disproves what things
meseemed Dispels with savage certainty The flattering
dreams I dreamed; For that poor ‘‘favorite poem;'' Done and
signed in autograph; Is listed in ‘‘Cheap Items'' At a dollar…and…
a…half。
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