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 VI.

There's corn in Egypt still (Pilgrim from Cairo to Cornhill!) Give each his fill. But all comers among Treat best the young; Fill the big brothers' knapsacks from thy bins, But slip the Cup of Love in.

VII.

Next as to those Who bring their lumbering verse or ponderous prose To where good Have so long held their Well-garnish'd Cornhill storehouse— Bid them not bore us. Tell them instead To take their load next street, the !

VIII.

Only one word besides— As he who tanneth hides Stocketh with proper implements his tannery: So thou, Friend! do not fail To store a stout corn flail, Ready for use, within thy Cornhill granary. Of old there walked abroad, Prompt to right wrongs, Caliph : Deal thus with Fraud, Or Job or Humbug—thrash it!

IX.

Courage, old Friend! long found Firm at thy task, nor in fixt purpose fickle: Up! choose thy ground, Put forth thy shining sickle;— Shun the dense underwood Of Dunce or Dunderhood: But reap North, South, East, Far West, The world-wide Harvest!