Ah, we safely may trust to his scheming--
Be sure he will lead us aright--
He won't let the damsel there dreaming
Despoil us of what is our right--
The monopoly plainly _our_ right!"
VII.
Yet watch _Cinderella_, and list her!
She yet will emerge from her gloom--
Time will conquer her fears and her gloom.
Before her she hath a bright vista.[1]
The fairy Godmother will come!
Redtape shall not long seal her doom.
What is written is written! No "sister,"
(Though scorning her beauty, and broom)
Shall shroud her bright light in the tomb
Which yet the whole land shall illume!
VIII.
She's "some pumpkins"--though now she looks sober--
She's brilliant; she is "no small beer."
No, no, _Cinderella_, my dear!
Your envious "sisters" may jeer,
And sit on you yet, for a year;
Redtape your advancement may fear,
And Monopoly's patrons look queer;
But, as sure as the month of October
Is famous for sound British beer,
Vested Interest time shall prove _no_ bar
To your final triumph, my dear!
[Footnote 1: POE, not _Mr.
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