Archie replied, but he still did not identify himself:

Audi Alteram Portem

How our self-styled poet doubles,

He’s just back where he began,

He thinks men would end their troubles, If they’d all embrace his plan.

Watch the sparrows, trust your Father, He will feed you, that’s His way,

Men would grow supine and useless Following such a plan each day.

Clearing the primeval forest, Micmac Indians lurking nigh,

Our forbears in God were trusting, But they kept their powder dry.

So if we would make an Eden

Of our own fair native land,

Faith and trust— these two can’t do it, Works must join them hand in hand.

In most mournful tones he tells us This old world’s on her last legs, He’s just like a bantam pullet

On a nest of turkey eggs.

Though she clucks with vim and vigor She lacks needed size and weight While the task of a reformer

For his talents is too great.

Listen then, don’t jibe the owners When they take their cars out soon When you’re asked to pay the piper Then we’ll let you call the tune.

Rise with Sol tomorrow morning, Toil until the chickens roost,

If you’d be an empire builder

Get to work— don’t knock- but boost.

Be advised, give up writing of verses,

It must put on your mind a great strain.

For the muscles that wiggle your tongue and your chin, Will not serve for to steady your brain.