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With slower pen, men used to write,
They could afford to turn a phrase, Or trim a straggling theme aright.
They knew not steam; electric light
With slower pen.
More swiftly now the hours take flight!
Scant space have we for Art's delays,
Whose breathless thought so briefly stays, We may not work - ah! would we might,
With slower pen!