SEA SPRAY ^ SMOKE DRIFT 



And as for the clown, you may give him a 

 crown, 

 Maybe he'll thank you, and maybe not, 

 And before you can wink, he may spend it in 

 drink — 

 To whom does it profit? — We ripe and rot! 



Yet under the sun much work is done 



By clown and kaiser, by serf and sage ; 

 All sow and some reap, and few gather the 

 heap 

 Of the garner'd grain of a by-gone age. 

 By sea or by soil man is bound to toil, 



And the dreamer, waiting for time and tide, 

 For awhile may shirk his share of the work. 

 But he grows with his dream dissatisfied ; 

 He may climb to the edge of the beetling 

 ledge, 

 Where the loose crag topples and well-nigh 

 reels 

 'Neath the lashing gale, but the tonic will 

 fail, — 

 What does it profit ? — Wheels within 

 wheels ! 



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