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Tom O'Roughley
| ‘Though logic-choppers rule the town, | | And every man and maid and boy | | Has marked a distant object
down, | | An aimless joy is a pure joy,’ | | Or so did Tom O’Roughley say | | That saw the surges running by, | | ‘And wisdom is a butterfly | | And not a gloomy bird of prey. | | | | | | ‘If little planned is little sinned | | But little need
the grave distress. | | What’s dying but a second wind? | | How but in zig-zag wantonness | | Could trumpeter
Michael be so brave?’ | | Or something of that sort he said, | | ‘And if my dearest friend were dead | | I’d dance
a measure on his grave.’ |
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By PanEris
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