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O. Henry--apothecary Post by :peterg Category :Poems Author :Christopher Morley Date :June 2011 Read :2197

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O. Henry--apothecary

"O. Henry" once worked in a drug-store in Greensboro, N. C.


Where once he measured camphor, glycerine,
Quinine and potash, peppermint in bars,
And all the oils and essences so keen
That druggists keep in rows of stoppered jars--
Now, blender of strange drugs more volatile,
The master pharmacist of joy and pain
Dispenses sadness tinctured with a smile
And laughter that dissolves in tears again.

O brave apothecary! You who knew
What dark and acid doses life prefers,
And yet with friendly face resolved to brew
These sparkling potions for your customers--
In each prescription your Physician writ
You poured your rich compassion and your wit!




(The end)
Christopher Morley's poem: O. Henry--Apothecary (sonnet)

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