THE BOASTER.∗
How greatly Bobby likes to boast
Of little things that he has done;
Great in his eye—and great the cost;
No project greater ’neath the sun;
Well, be they great to him, whose eyes
Are of a microscopic focus;
He lauds his virtues to the skies
While aiming at some hocus pocus.
Of little things that he has done;
Great in his eye—and great the cost;
No project greater ’neath the sun;
Well, be they great to him, whose eyes
Are of a microscopic focus;
He lauds his virtues to the skies
While aiming at some hocus pocus.
But, how such greatness dwindles down
When seen by eyes of common sense;
For, lo! how little boasters own,
Compared with these of less pretence.
How true! ’Tis thus with all of pride,
Whose self esteem is quite their hobby
Their meanness rough-shod fain would ride
O’er honest worth,—a boasting Bobby!
When seen by eyes of common sense;
For, lo! how little boasters own,
Compared with these of less pretence.
How true! ’Tis thus with all of pride,
Whose self esteem is quite their hobby
Their meanness rough-shod fain would ride
O’er honest worth,—a boasting Bobby!
∗The table of Contents having been printed before the miscellaneousPoems, and the pages marked from calculation; this, and others are added to fill up space gained from the preceding.
