On seeing that the Publisher of the Messenger had changed the color of
its covers.
So _you're changing your colors_, I see, master White,
But say now d'ye think it is perfectly right?
Yet I own, on reflection, it is not so wrong,
And the reason, I think, is sufficiently strong:
Give it up? Then I'll tell you at once to your shame,
_You're a man of all colors yourself_--by your _name_;
For all the seven colors, you know, must unite
To make the commixture that people call _white_.