Phoebe Cary


Jacob


HE dwelt among "apartments let,"
    About five stories high; 
A man I thought that none would get,
    And very few would try.

A boulder, by a larger stone
    Half hidden in the mud, 
Fair as a man when only one
    Is in the neighborhood.

He lived unknown, and few could tell
    When Jacob was not free; 
But he has got a wife,--and O!
    The difference to me!






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