'Phil' Crimmins - Poem by Ambrose Bierce
Still as he climbed into the public view
His charms of person more apparent grew,
Till the pleased world that watched his airy grace
Saw nothing of him but his nether face
Forgot his follies with his head's retreat,
And blessed his virtues as it viewed their seat.
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