"I don't know much, of course," he said, "but there's consider'ble many poetry books up to the library and I like to read 'em sometimes.

You're liable to run across a--er--poem-- well, like this one, for instance--that kind of gets hold of you.
It fills the bill, you might say, as nothin' else does.

There's another one that's better still.

About-- 'Once to every man and nation Comes the moment to decide.
Do you know that one ?" His visitor did not answer.

After a moment he swung himself from the workbench and turned toward the door.
"'He either fears his fate too much,'" he quoted, gloomily.
"Humph! I wonder if it ever occurred to that chap that there might be certain kinds of fate that COULDN'T be feared too much?
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