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Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots 
a poem by Mark Twain

Mark Twain

And did young Stephen sicken, 
And did young Stephen die? 
And did the sad hearts thicken, 
And did the mourners cry? 

No; such was not the fate of 
Young Stephen Dowling Bots; 
Though sad hearts round him thickened, 
'Twas not from sickness' shots. 

No whooping-cough did rack his frame, 
Nor measles drear, with spots; 
Not these impaired the sacred name 
Of Stephen Dowling Bots. 

Despised love struck not with woe 
That head of curly knots, 
Nor stomach troubles laid him low, 
Young Stephen Dowling Bots. 

O no. Then list with tearful eye, 
Whilst I his fate do tell. 
His soul did from this cold world fly, 
By falling down a well. 

They got him out and emptied him; 
Alas it was too late; 
His spirit was gone for to sport aloft 
In the realms of the good and great. 

Mark Twain


Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots 
a poem by Mark Twain


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