(_After a Long Course of Cynicism._)
"Sentiment is come again."
So says clever Mr. ZANGWILL.
Most things tire the human brain;
Mugwump mockery and slang will:
Pessimism's pompous pose,
Hedonism's virus septic;
Cynicism's cold cock-nose,
Creedless dismals, doubts dyspeptic,
All are wearying--being sham.
Twopenny Timon tires and sickens.
Bitters bore us! We'll try jam!
Back to LYTTON, HOOD, and DICKENS?
Sorrows of sweet seventeen?
Vows that manly one-and-twenty meant?
Yes! we're sick of Cynic spleen.
Let's hark back again to Sentiment!
Saccharine surfeit, after all,
Though it be a trifle sickly,
Changes our long gorge of gall.
Come back, Sentiment, and quickly!
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