Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes, the — Volume 01: Earlier Poems (1830-1836) by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Or, if you cannot make a speech, Because you are a flat, Go very quietly and drop A button in the hat! THE TREADMILL SONG THE stars are rolling in the sky, The earth rolls on below, And we can feel the rattling wheel Revolving as we go. Then tread away, my gallant boys, And make the axle fly; Why should not wheels go round about, Like planets in the sky? Wake up, wake up, my duck-legged man, And stir your solid pegs Arouse, arouse, my gawky friend, And shake your spider legs; What though you're awkward at the trade, There's time enough to learn,-- So lean upon the rail, my lad, And take another turn. |
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