44 THE TOY-MAKER
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From the dawn of the day to the dusk he toiled, Shaping fanciful playthings with tireless hands,— Useless trumpery toys; and, with vaulting heart, Gave them unto all peoples—who mocked at him, Trampled on them, and soiled them, and went their way. Then he toiled from the morn to the dusk again, Gave his gimcracks to people who mocked at him, Trampled on them, deriding, and went their way. Thus he labors, and loudly they jeer at him;— That is, when they remember he still exists. Who, you ask, is this fellow?—What matter names? He is only a scribbler who is content.