Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.
John Godfrey Saxe 18161887
John Godfrey Saxe114 Early Rising
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So Sancho Panza said, and so say I:
And bless him, also, that he did n’t keep
His great discovery to himself; nor try
To make it—as the lucky fellow might—
A close monopoly by patent-right!
(I really can’t avoid the iteration), But blast the man, with curses loud and deep, Whate’er the rascal’s name, or age, or station, Who first invented, and went round advising, That artificial cut-off, Early Rising! Observes some solemn, sentimental owl; Maxims like these are very cheaply said; But, ere you make yourself a fool or fowl, Pray just inquire about his rise and fall, And whether larks have any beds at all! Is in the morning, if I reason right; And he who cannot keep his precious head Upon his pillow till it ’s fairly light, And so enjoy his forty morning winks, Is up to knavery; or else—he drinks! It was a glorious thing to rise in season; But then he said it—lying—in his bed, At ten o’clock A.M.,—the very reason He wrote so charmingly. The simple fact is, His preaching was n’t sanctioned by his practice. Awake to duty, and awake to truth,— But when, alas! a nice review we take Of our best deeds and days, we find, in sooth, The hours that leave the slightest cause to weep Are those we passed in childhood or asleep! For the soft visions of the gentle night; And free, at last, from mortal care or guile, To live as only in the angels’ sight, In sleep’s sweet realm so cosily shut in, Where, at the worst, we only dream of sin! I like the lad who, when his father thought To clip his morning nap by hackneyed phrase Of vagrant worm by early songster caught, Cried, “Served him right!—it ’s not at all surprising; The worm was punished, sir, for early rising!”