(Parody is a genre frowned upon by your professors br of literature... And yet it is a gentle art- br 'The Point of View' in May Scribner's.) br br A sweet disorder in the verse br That never looks behind br Shall profit not who steals my purse, br Let joy be unconfined! br br How vainly men themselves amaze! br The stars began to blink, br An art that there were few to praise, br Nor any dropp to drink. br br O sleep, it is a blessed thing br Which I must ne'er enjoy! br There never was a fairer spring br Than when I was a boy. br br One fond embrace and then we part! br Good-by, my lover, good-by! br And yet it is a gentle art, br Which nobody can deny.br br Franklin P.