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SOME OF THE RHYMES OF IRONQUILL.




Whist.


Hour after hour the cards were fairly shuffled
     And fairly dealt, but still I got no hand;
The morning came, and with a mind unruffled
     I only said, I do not understand.

Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources
     The cards are shuffled and the hands are dealt;
Blind are our efforts to control the forces
     That, though unseen, are no less strongly felt.

I do not like the way the cards are shuffled,
     But yet I like the game and want to play;
And through the long, long night will I, unruffled,
     Play what I get until the break of day.



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