
(1900)
TO THE GENTLE
GUIDE
WHO LETS ME EVER GO MY OWN WAY, YET BRINGS ME RIGHT--
TO THE LAUGHTER-LOVING
PHILOSOPHER
WHO, IF HE HAS NOT RECONCILED ME TO BEARING THE TOOTHACHE
PATENTLY, AT LEAST HAS TAUGHT ME THE COMFORT THAT
THIS EVEN WILL ALSO PASS--
TO THE GOOD
FRIEND
WHO SMILES WHEN I TELL HIM OF MY TROUBLES, AND WHO
WHEN I ASK FOR HELP, ANSWERS ONLY "WAIT!"--
TO THE GRAVE-FACED
JESTER
TO WHOM ALL LIFE IS BUT A VOLUME OF OLD HUMOUR--
TO GOOD MASTER
Time
THIS LITTLE WORK OF A POOR
PUPIL
IS DEDICATED

