Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 259, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 October 1910 — EGOTISM. [ARTICLE]

EGOTISM.

Who cares for your trifling loves, poet— Who cares for your puny hates? Who cares what you think, who waste so much Ink In Impotent wrath at the Fates? Who cares for your sadness of soul, poet? Tour chronic anguish of heart? If your liver Is wrong, keep it out of your song: Hilo's bile—it can never be art. If you have any story to tell, poet— A message of love, or of cheer; If it’s something worth while that will bring us a smile. Or force out an honest tear—y’,..scr*bb*e with all your might, poet. We 11 read it, and laugh and cry; But keep out of sight. If you can, when you write. That wearying “I—I—x;" If a painter should spend all his time, poet. Depicting his own sad face; Or a sculptor should cut never anything but _Hls own figure's doubtful grace: *2}* <1 say was hard to believe, poet. That folly like that exists. But what do you do that Is different—you Past Master of Egotists?