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Title: The Telegraph Post, A Fable
Author: J. C. Manning [
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A telegraph post by the roadside stood
In a village humble and fair,
And he raised his head, did this column of wood,
As high as he could in the air:
"Oh, Oh!" quoth he, as along the wire
The news from the wide world through
Hurried backwards and forwards in words of fire,
Breathing promises fair, or threatenings dire,
Never heeding the post as they flew.
"Oh, Oh!" quoth he: "That I should stand here
"And bear on my shoulders high
"Such an upstart lot, who no manners have got
"To pass me, who upraises them, by!
"I'll stand it no longer,"--and thinking, no doubt,
To bring down the wires in his fall,
He stumbled: but no! for above and below
The other posts stood--the wires wouldn't let go:
And our post couldn't tumble at all.
And there he hung like a helpless thing,
Till his place by another was ta'en;
And the foolish post with dry sticks a host
On the firewood stack was lain.
"You ignorant dolt!" said a Raven wise
Who sat on the wall bright in feather--
"You must have been blind. When to tumble inclined
"You should with your neighbouring posts have combined
And have all stood or fallen together."
MORAL.
Units, as units, are helpless things
In the soul-stirring struggles of life;
But Success is the laurel which Unity brings
To crown the true heart in the strife.
[The end]
J. C. Manning's poem: Telegraph Post, A Fable
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