The Dilettante: A Modern Type

Paul Laurence Dunbar

He scribbles some in prose and verse,
 And now and then he prints it;
He paints a little,—gathers some
 Of Nature’s gold and mints it.
He plays a little, sings a song,
 Acts tragic roles or funny;
He does, because his love is strong,
 But not, oh, not for money!
He studies almost everything
 From social art to science;
A thirsty mind, a flowing spring,
 Demand and swift compliance.
He looms above the sordid crowd,
 At least through friendly lenses;
While his mama looks pleased and proud,
 And kindly pays expenses.

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