POETRY.
Yet hide my tombstone not beneath its shade ; I would that it should be for all to view Engraven—" PASSER-BY, who here hath stayed, Learn from my fate . The Envious Gods forbade That I should master Morse ; therefore I die From overwork ; now in my Coffin laid, I never shall distinguish Q & Y."
The other letters—even Vick and U
Beer, Don ; F, L—in order due arrayed
The dots and dashes I repeated through Without an error at the last parade ; And though at times some trifling slip be made (Emma for N, for instance, Ack for I),
By this alone my progress is delayed—
I never shall distinguish Q & Y.
Dash-dash-dot-dash, that's Y—or 43 it Q ?
Dash-dot-dash-dash's the other ; I have paid Sixpences, shillings eke, to find a clue.
Some teach by doggerel rhymes that quickly fade From off my memory ; nor can I persuade My silly brain to learn when others try Visual methods, diagrams displayed- / never shall distinguish Q & Y.
Envoi.
0 Sergeant-Signaller, I crave your aid : I can't get on, no matter how I try. If you've no dodge to help me, I'm afraid
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