Such is my whole. But for one part
You’ll find in taste I’m rather tart;—
Now I become th’ abode of men,—
And now for meaner things, a pen;
I am a man who lives by drinking,—
Anon I keep a weight from sinking;
To take me, folks go far and near,
I am what children like to hear;
I am a shining star on high,
And I’m its pathway through the sky;