Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 8, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH



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SONNET: 8, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: You were not born to hide such gifts as yours
Last Line: Like harlequin, and makes his jests his trade.
Subject(s): Fate; Genius; Destiny


You were not born to hide such gifts as yours
'Neath dreary law-books, nor amid the dust
And dry routine of desks to sit and rust
Where clerks plod through their tasks on office-floors.
Let duller laborers drudge through daily chores,
And do what fate for them makes fit and just.
You bravely do your work because you must;
And when released, your genius sings and soars.
Such humor from your pen hath ever run
In pictures or in letters all unforced,
As Hogarth, Lamb, or Dickens might have done;
Finer than many a noted wit, who, horsed
Upon the people's favor, waves his blade
Like Harlequin, and makes his jests his trade.





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