J. P. BUSCHLEN
TORONTO:
WILLIAM BRIGGS
1913
Copyright, Canada, 1913, by
J. P. BUSCHLEN
Dedicated
TO THE
Conscientious Clerk
DUST.
My box is full of others' cash,
My pocket full of air,
My head is crammed with cleric trash,
Layer upon layer.
I gaze upon the business mob
That throngs before my cage,
And watch their human pulses throb
In greed, fear, rage.
Yet through the vapor and the must
I often catch a smile—
As though someone had lost the lust,
And, for a while,
Regarded me, the shoveller,
As greater than the gold,
Which, after all, belongs to her—
Old Mother Mould.