Now, if I try to write, I guess
You'll find it but an awkward mess.
When I do write there is none such;
Therefore, I never do write much.
All creation's sons and daughters,
When they come to view these waters,
Think they must scribble poetry ―
And, if I can, why should not I?
But tea is ready now, they say,
And I must put it off to-day;
And if I can't write well to-morrow,
I'll do as others do — I'll borrow.
Source: Table Rock Album and Sketches of the Falls and Scenery
Adjacent. Buffalo: Steam Press of Thomas and Lathrops, copyright by Jewett, Thomas
& Co.,1856c.1848
