Copyright, 1923By E. P. Dutton & Company
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THE CINDER BUGGY
A pot-metal bodyon two little wheels,absurdly,bow-leggedlywalking away to the dumpwith the slag, thepurgings of iron, thevillainous drool of the furnace—that is a cinder buggy.It is also a signthat what man refinesbeyondGod’s contentwith things as he left themwill very soon perishfor want of the drossfrom which it is parted.Why hath each thing its cinder?—even the sweetest desire?
A pot-metal bodyon two little wheels,absurdly,bow-leggedlywalking away to the dumpwith the slag, thepurgings of iron, thevillainous drool of the furnace—that is a cinder buggy.It is also a signthat what man refinesbeyondGod’s contentwith things as he left themwill very soon perishfor want of the drossfrom which it is parted.Why hath each thing its cinder?—even the sweetest desire?
A pot-metal bodyon two little wheels,absurdly,bow-leggedlywalking away to the dumpwith the slag, thepurgings of iron, thevillainous drool of the furnace—that is a cinder buggy.
A pot-metal body
on two little wheels,
absurdly,
bow-leggedly
walking away to the dump
with the slag, the
purgings of iron, the
villainous drool of the furnace—
that is a cinder buggy.
It is also a signthat what man refinesbeyondGod’s contentwith things as he left themwill very soon perishfor want of the drossfrom which it is parted.Why hath each thing its cinder?—even the sweetest desire?
It is also a sign
that what man refines
beyond
God’s content
with things as he left them
will very soon perish
for want of the dross
from which it is parted.
Why hath each thing its cinder?—
even the sweetest desire?