Thus has this little book an end:
\n But, friend,
\nIf you should read its lines and them condemn:
\nPray stay your judgment while I crave
\nYour patience. Though I sing a strain
\nOf Sentiment, remember once again
\nIt is the best so dull a knave
\nAs I can sing. And if I dare
\nExhort you to refrain awhile:
\nHas one verse pleas\u2019d you, made you smile?
\nA little then I pay to Ayr,
\nWhich pleasant town I in my heart do bless
\nFor pleasant folk and three month\u2019s happiness<\/p>\n
So I retire. I make my bow
\n Right now
\nIf anyone to jeer still dares
\n Who cares?<\/p>\n
15 August 1916<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Thus has this little book an end: But, friend, If you should read its lines and them condemn: Pray stay your judgment while I crave Your patience. Though I sing a strain Of Sentiment, remember once again It is the best so dull a knave As I can sing. And if I dare Continue Reading »<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"parent":2615,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n