The Harper

A harper, accustomed to sing and to play
In beer shops and wine shops, by night and by day,
By the rounds of applause which he received there,
Had such a swelled head that he went off elsewhere.
Said he to himself: "Such great talents as mine,
In lofty, grand theaters, surely would shine."
With harp in his hand, by searching all day,
He found a theater wherein he could play.
With a smile and a bow he stepped forth in pride,
But the crowd, when it heard him, began to deride.
Then, as he sang louder, they all, in a rage,
Jeered at him, and chased him quite off the stage.
This in your minds must be plain as can be:
A small, babbling brook cannot roar like the sea.

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