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Upon the tainted Tropic seas …

The attendant sharks that chew the cud …

The abhorred scuppers spouting blood …

The untended dead; the Tropic sun …

The thunder of the murderous gun …

The cut…throat crew … the Captain's curse …

The tempest blustering worse and worse …

These have I known and these can stand;

But you … I settle out of hand!'



Out flashed the cutlass; down went Ben

Dead and rotten; there and then。







Poem: II … THE BUILDER'S DOOM









In eighteen…twenty Deacon Thin

Feu'd the land and fenced it in;

And laid his broad foundations down

About a furlong out of town。



Early and late the work went on。

The carts were toiling ere the dawn;

The mason whistled; the hodman sang;

Early and late the trowels rang;

And Thin himself came day by day

To push the work in every way。

An artful builder; patent king

Of all the local building ring;

Who was there like him in the quarter

For mortifying brick and mortar;

Or pocketing the odd piastre

By substituting lath and plaster?

With plan and two…foot rule in hand;

He by the foreman took his stand;

With boisterous voice; with eagle glance

To stamp upon extravagance。

For thrift of bricks and greed of guilders;

He was the Buonaparte of Builders。



The foreman; a desponding creature;

Demurred to here and there a feature:

'For surely; sir … with your permeession …

Bricks here; sir; in the main parteetion。 。 。 。 '

The builder goggled; gulped; and stared;

The foreman's services were spared。

Thin would not count among his minions

A man of Wesleyan opinions。



'Money is money;' so he said。

'Crescents are crescents; trade is trade。

Pharaohs and emperors in their seasons

Built; I believe; for different reasons …

Charity; glory; piety; pride …

To pay the men; to please a bride;

To use their stone; to spite their neighbours;

Not for a profit on their labours。



They built to edify or bewilder;

I build because I am a builder。

Crescent and street and square I build;

Plaster and paint and carve and gild。

Around the city see them stand;

These triumphs of my shaping hand;

With bulging walls; with sinking floors;

With shut; impracticable doors;

Fickle and frail in every part;

And rotten to their inmost heart。

There shall the simple tenant find

Death in the falling window…blind;

Death in the pipe; death in the faucet;

Death in the deadly water…closet!

A day is set for all to die:

CAVEAT EMPTOR! what care I?'



As to Amphion's tuneful kit

Thebes rose; with towers encircling it;

As to the Mage's brandished wand

A spiry palace clove the sand;

To Thin's indomitable financing;

That phantom crescent kept advancing。

When first the brazen bells of churches

Called clerk and parson to their perches;

The worshippers of every sect

Already viewed it with respect;

A second Sunday had not gone

Before the roof was rattled on:

And when the fourth was there; behold

The crescent finished; painted; sold!



The stars proceeded in their courses;

Nature with her subversive forces;

Time; too; the iron…toothed and sinewed;

And the edacious years continued。

Thrones rose and fell; and still the crescent;

Unsanative and now senescent;

A plastered skeleton of lath;

Looked forward to a day of wrath。

In the dead night; the groaning timber

Would jar upon the ear of slumber;

And; like Dodona's talking oak;

Of oracles and judgments spoke。

When to the music fingered well

The feet of children lightly fell;

The sire; who dozed by the decanters;

Started; and dreamed of misadventures。

The rotten brick decayed to dust;

The iron was consumed by rust;

Each tabid and perverted mansion

Hung in the article of declension。



So forty; fifty; sixty passed;

Until; when seventy came at last;

The occupant of number three

Called friends to hold a jubilee。

Wild was the night; the charging rack

Had forced the moon upon her back;

The wind piped up a naval ditty;

And the lamps winked through all the city。

Before that house; where lights were shining;

Corpulent feeders; grossly dining;

And jolly clamour; hum and rattle;

Fairly outvoiced the tempest's battle。

As still his moistened lip he fingered;

The envious policeman lingered;

While far the infernal tempest sped;

And shook the country folks in bed;

And tore the trees and tossed the ships;

He lingered and he licked his lips。

Lo; from within; a hush! the host

Briefly expressed the evening's toast;

And lo; before the lips were dry;

The Deacon rising to reply!

'Here in this house which once I built;

Papered and painted; carved and gilt;

And out of which; to my content;

I netted seventy…five per cent。;

Here at this board of jolly neighbours;

I reap the credit of my labours。

These were the days … I will say more …

These were the grand old days of yore!

The builder laboured day and night;

He watched that every brick was right:



The decent men their utmost did;

And the house rose … a pyramid!

These were the days; our provost knows;

When forty streets and crescents rose;

The fruits of my creative noddle;

All more or less upon a model;

Neat and commodious; cheap and dry;

A perfect pleasure to the eye!

I found this quite a country quarter;

I leave it solid lath and mortar。

In all; I was the single actor …

And am this city's benefactor!

Since then; alas! both thing and name;

Shoddy across the ocean came …

Shoddy that can the eye bewilder

And makes me blush to meet a builder!

Had this good house; in frame or fixture;

Been tempered by the least admixture

Of that discreditable shoddy;

Should we to…day compound our toddy;

Or gaily marry song and laughter

Below its sempiternal rafter?

Not so!' the Deacon cried。



The mansion

Had marked his fatuous expansion。

The years were full; the house was fated;

The rotten structure crepitated!



A moment; and the silent guests

Sat pallid as their dinner vests。

A moment more and; root and branch;

That mansion fell in avalanche;

Story on story; floor on floor;

Roof; wall and window; joist and door;

Dead weight of damnable disaster;

A cataclysm of lath and plaster。



SILOAM DID NOT CHOOSE A SINNER …

ALL WERE NOT BUILDERS AT THE DINNER。











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