A REFORMER.

You call me trifler, fainéant, And bid me give my life an aim!— You're most unjust, dear. Hear me out, And own your hastiness to blame. I live with but a single thought; My inmost heart and soul are set On one sole task—a mighty one— To simplify our alphabet.

Five vowel sounds we use in speech; They're A, and E, I, O, and U: I mean to cut them down to four. You "wonder what good that will do." Why, this cold earth will bloom again, Eden itself be half re-won, When breaks the dawn of my success And U and I at last are one.