1When one with t’other straightaway agrees
2when masons clutch the breath we held on loan
3the understanding critic firstly sees
4’ere meanings new to ancient tribes are thrown
5The frisian Isles my friends are cherised things
6with sombre thoughts they grimly line the nave
7such merchandise a melancholy brings
8Etruscan words which Greece and Rome engrave
9When dried the terrapin can naught express
10or grinning like a pale-faced golliwog
11while homeward thirsts to each quenched glass say yes
12With breaking voice across the Alps they slog
13and let you off from your opinions glum
14soliloquies predict great things old chum
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