Poems by Edward Dyson

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There was a moment when of you

A splendid hope I had to tell,

Believing "Here is one man who

Will serve our waiting country well."

I saw you sedulous and keen,

I heard the burning words you spoke.

It seemed that you were hard and clean,

And rapier sharp your every stroke.

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Our Mr. Jiggs was certainly an estimable youth,

A pillar of propriety, a champion of truth;

He had a good position in a warehouse in the town;

A staunch church-worker, he became a layman of renown.

Jiggs owned a bijou villa in a little suburb here;

His wife was small but precious, and their baby was a dear;

But a fly in William’s ointment (and intrude such creatures will)

Was his father, known about the neighborhood as “Bill.”

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