Robert Fulton Tanner If a man could bite the giant hand That catches and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat While demonstrating my patent trap, In my hardware store that day. But a man can never avenge himself On the monstrous ogre Life. You enter the room that’s being born; And then you must live work out your soul, Of the cross-current in life Which Bring honor to the dead, who lived in shame.
