A REFORMER.

You call me trifler, fainéant,

And bid me give my life an aim!—

You're most unjust, dear. Hear me out,

And own your hastiness to blame.

I live with but a single thought;

My inmost heart and soul are set

On one sole task — a mighty one —

To simplify our alphabet.

Five vowel sounds we use in speech;

They're A, and E, I, O, and U:

I mean to cut them down to four.

You “wonder what good that will do.”

Why, this cold earth will bloom again,

Eden itself be half re-won,

When breaks the dawn of my success

And U and I at last are one.