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<ins class="caption">RALEIGH</ins> <div class="figright"> <ANTIMG src="images/i_022.jpg" height-obs="640" width-obs="237" alt="Sir Walter and Elizabeth R." /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> Sir Walter Raleigh was a man Of excellent deportment; He could advise a King or Khan What going into court meant; When Spenser wrote his Faerie Queene Sir Walter Raleigh said it Betrayed a wit both sharp and clean (We wonder if he read it). </div> <div class="stanza"> Good Queen Elizabeth one day Was out (perhaps for shopping), And Raleigh chanced along the way Where she in wrath was stopping. "How can I get across that mud?" She asked; and in the muddle Sir Walter showed his gentle blood— His cloak soon bridged the puddle. </div> <div class="stanza"> A smile replaced the good queen's frown, She paused there for a minute To set more straight the royal crown (It had no hat pin in it). And then she murmured low to Walt.: "Sir, you shall see my tailor." He answered: "If I'm worth my salt, Good queen, make me a sailor!" </div> <div class="stanza"> And so good Queen Elizabeth Gave him a high position— He drew his pay like drawing breath And led an expedition That sailed across the raging seas For gold and slaves and cocoa, And battled with the biting breeze Along the Orinoco. </div> <div class="stanza"> Alas! It may have been the cloak That was in mire imbedded, Or possibly some words he spoke That made him be beheaded. But let us learn this lesson here From poor Sir Walter Raleigh: The favor of the great, 'tis queer, Oft has a grim finale. </div> </div> <div style="clear: both;"></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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