The path and porch are swept of snow,
The doors unlatched; the hearthstones glow—
Compassionate and humble grow
Our hearts to-night.
May come as once so long ago—
Then welcome, be it friend or foe!
Our hearts to-night.
EPITAPH ON THE PROOFREADER OF THE ENCYCLOPEDIA BRITANNICA
Majestic tomes, you are the tomb
Of Aristides Edward Bloom,
Who labored, from the world aloof,
In reading every page of proof.
From A to And, from Aus to Bis
Enthusiasm still was his;
From Cal to Cha, from Cha to Con
His soft-lead pencil still went on.
But reaching volume Fra to Gib,
He knew at length that he was sib
To Satan; and he sold his soul
To reach the section Pay to Pol.
Then Pol to Ree, and Shu to Sub
He staggered on, and sought a pub.
And just completing Vet to Zym,
The motor hearse came round for him.
He perished, obstinately brave:
They laid the Index on his grave.