We write; our appetite incurred
By endurance of written word
How great the charge that fills the pen
To spill in messages to men
A tiny twist of ink can be
An artist’s immortality
And we who dare to glean from air
To phrase thought’s poetry and prayer
Answer to One like magnate's must
The wealth of words, a sacred trust
Its fortitude and reach exceeds
The jingle-jangle of coin-seeds
For who knows? Far, far down time’s way
This little line we write today
May touch or rearrange a thought
Simply by words today we jot
Oh hand, beware, that holds a pen
We give account to more than men
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