'Tis woman rules the whole world still, Though faults the critics say she has; She smiles her smile and works her will— 'Tis just a little way she has.
THE CRITICISM.
The great man came to the country place, To preach to farmers sturdy; He said: "I'm in my happiest vein, I'll be eloquent and wordy."
"Not often a great man like myself Comes here to do the teaching— A big event in these quiet lives— They'll not forget my preaching."
The great man found him a text at length In Ezekiel's ponderous pages; From point to point of his sermon long He travelled at easy stages.
He soared up high in the realms of thought, Was rich in allegory. "I have," said he, as he sat him down, "Covered myself with glory.
"These simple rustics are overcome With my rhetoric and power, They're used to a sprinkling of thought And I've given them a shower."
The great man got a terrible shock As, the long service over, He walked with a farmer grave and staid Home through the fields of clover.