There
was a man of goodly birth who lived a goodly life;
He
reared some model children and was good unto his wife;
But
he worked for meagre wages tho’ of talent he was full,
But
the rascal couldn’t help it for he hadn’t any pull.
He
couldn’t get in politics tho’ statesman like was he,
A
servant for his Uncle Sam he never quite could be.
The
railroads had no use for him, the banks were always full,
And
so he drudged his whole life-long because he had no pull.
He
turned his gifts to this and that and tried his best to rise,
But
in the “ring” there was no room for mortals of his size;
And
so he died an unknown man, of which the world is full,
But
he went straight into heaven and he went without a pull.
March
1, 1893
Pub.
in Boston Courier
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