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Saltbush Bill, J.P.
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Song of the Pen
Not for the love of women toil we, we of the craft,
Not for the people’s praise;
Only because our goddess made us her own and laughed,
Claiming us all our days,
Claiming our best endeavour — body and heart and brain
Given with no reserve —
Niggard is she towards us, granting us little gain;
Still, we are proud to serve.
Not unto us is given choice of the tasks we try,
Gathering grain or chaff;
One of her favoured servants toils at an epic high,
One, that a child may laugh.
Yet if we serve her truly in our appointed place,
Freely she doth accord
Unto her faithful servants always this saving grace,
Work is its own reward!~
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Chicago: Andrew Barton Paterson, "Song of the Pen," Saltbush Bill, J.P., ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Saltbush Bill, J.P. (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed April 19, 2025, http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=37AAUMSLHFQRYVW.
MLA: Paterson, Andrew Barton. "Song of the Pen." Saltbush Bill, J.P., edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Saltbush Bill, J.P., New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 19 Apr. 2025. http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=37AAUMSLHFQRYVW.
Harvard: Paterson, AB, 'Song of the Pen' in Saltbush Bill, J.P., ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Saltbush Bill, J.P., George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 19 April 2025, from http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=37AAUMSLHFQRYVW.
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