Apology for Clowns, An

From the sermons in stone and the cymbals,
From the songs that are older than books,
That the fool of Shakespearean fancy
Is not such a fool as he looks;

That the changes hang heavy with question
In the land where our fathers were free,
That took from us flagons and fairies
And gave us tobacco and tea.
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