THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. 129

Take all the credit to yourself,
But oh, pray, blow the bellows!”

The bellows plays, the full tones rise,
Then gently die away,

The boy unchecked with rapture cries,
“ How lovely we do play !”

Ah, many a man is known to fame,
While there’s no one to tell us
Who pulls the wires behind the scenes,
And who ’tis blows the bellows.
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