Ennui was in the air, and one lament
From me, one of a few confusing flaws
In divers of self-images. Because
The world round me would not march to my bent,
Was I to answer for my discontent?
I pondered, and the reason for it was
A purveyor of a religious cause
Warning the world that it must repent.
Accepting a wonted disgust at this
I magnified a fancy that I wished
His own evil led to an end so grim.
Then, my eye rove, found solace if not bliss
And, from the pavement before me, I fished …
A dime for myself who was dead to men.
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Christmas was in the air and all was well
With him, but for a few confusing flaws
In divers of God's images. Because
A friend of his would neither buy nor sell,
Was he to answer for the axe that fell?
He pondered; and the reason for it was,
Partly, a slowly freezing Santa Claus
Upon the corner, with his beard and bell.
Acknowledging an improvident surprise,
He magnified a fancy that he wished
The friend whom he had wrecked were here again.
Not sure of that, he found a compromise;
And from the fulness of his heart he fished
A dime for Jesus who had died for men.
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