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Poem by Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce A Wreath of Immortelles Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people tried To push from power, here is laid aside. Death only from the bench could ever start The sluggish load of his immortal part. ________ For those this mausoleum is erected Who Stanford to the Upper House elected. Their luck is less or their promotion slower, For, dead, they were elected to the Lower. ________ Rash mortal! stay thy feet and look around-- This vacant tomb as yet is holy ground; But soon, alas! Jim Fair will occupy These premises--then, holiness, good-bye! ________ George Perry here lies stiff and stark, With stone at foot and stone at head. His heart was dark, his mind was dark-- "Ignorant ass!" the people said. Not ignorant but skilled, alas, In all the secrets of his trade: He knew more ways to be an ass Than any ass that ever brayed. Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce's other poems: 1358 Views |
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