[THE MAGIC SPECS]
He WROUGHT a specs, with magic rim, of strange, and subtle parts,
For by those optics made by him, he saw men's inmost hearts,
The grim old sage, 'twas of his fads, to wear those wrysome lamps,
For evermore, and find the lads, the worldly-wise, and scamps.
He saw the plottings, and the strife, he saw the woes, and tears!
The murky glooms of unknown life, the spring of hopes, and fears,
The sham of face, the sham of name, the sham of heart within;
He sifted all, and wrote for fame, record of unknown sin.