The Mule

Nor nortli, nornouth, nor enst, nor west. Can fortune flnil auoihcr beaat Cut out hy snch h croaK-ijrnlued rule A marked the makliiK of .the roule. Two enrs üke halry wlndmlll Rallg; The most absurd of riirlous tails, A hoof to mark each llghtnliiK paw; Volee like the illlnu of a suw ; An cye lliat seemeth culm and kind, That Ree forhalf a nolle hehlnd. And never rails, with lances quick, To tuide the well rtlrecled klok That lavH the luckleas driviT low, Wii il 1 1,1 ms li i m wlth lts welght of woe. He llTenon IhlMleg, w-eed and silok, WMU Htunhorn spclls and tlri'less trlrk i'aiik'ht op In niiUire'K slyest Rchool, Where im-rhiri mis ihr falthful mule, Wlth art that moek a human rule. They gay lliat nuiles cao never die, Are never hungry, never dry, ('an live on In and pimple gong And spend thelr time tlie whole day Ion" Contrlvlnit trli-ks. or akllllul plan Togrlud wlth prlet lliegouJ ui man Nor do they mlnd how III ihcy fiire s,i they bntaheat hls watohfn! enre. And knook hlm over very where.