UNINVITED NEST BUILDER

To the sword of flatterers my stubborn impulse never led. Contrary to contempt, if I have disguised my selfish right To rebel against the System that would fuse as a pattern The flames of sparkling reason!

I found a home in literary circles instead. I could be alone in the square corner of my room with the basic works that never belittled my modest abilities - nor could they question me with the immortal hieroglyphics of their letters. A memento - if there was one - I might have left a little, when I manuscripted the secret behind-the-scenes of workshop-works. I could also add a little of my gunpowder-blasting insights to my eureka grabber!

I never wanted to flatter, to insidiously bid for the better, to sneak interests forward to gain new successes as a method of vile cowards! From dawn till dusk the sober robot of redemptive innovation throbbed in the intersections of my nervous system; and I spared neither time nor trouble to pull the hidden shroud from the depths of human consciences, like the canker of a tree.

In such an age, I know, I should yet stand and endure with valiant heartiness the storms of spiteful words and mud-throwing, when rat-souls may well plunder the food-chambers of sinking ships at their pleasure; when they may stuff their own pockets with bottomless rudeness! And they beat their breasts with the faith of the moral infidels: how much they have given to the public with their enthusiastic donations, while they have just as much recycled the multiplied Van into their own hands!

I have said enough! Oh, why?! What rotten, unstable men dictate to their convenience, their cheap whims. What have they already been degraded to by the sound promises of flatterers? I am disgusted even with their feeble, flattering, hypocritical smiles.

I remembered then, too, the unappreciated Life. When from the gift of diligence and persevering hands, The trust and noble station might be born. From inconsolable, tearful eyes, from the craters of my eyes, my universally preserved wine burst forth! - I should believe, I should know, that this gallant and wicked man could be changed, if the moral will were strong enough!