And, Pencil, with such aids as thou canst find,
Thou'rt courted, feared, and watched, by all mankind;
They seek thy love; they wither 'neath thy hate;
With anxious hearts thy verdicts they await.
That statesman, who unflinching can withstand
His foeman's broadsides, with brave self-command,
That lawyer, who can bully at the bar
Judge, witness, jury—no odds who they are—
That doctor, who has sallied forth thro' storms,
To fight with Death, in all his moods and forms,