The masque of the muses . you know him ? He used to drive the stage ? Aye â he was made Assemblyman When railroads came the rage. 124 THE MASQUE OF THE MUSES. Hes dead : his son did badly âAnd went to rack by rail; He drives an engine on yon bridgeAnd frightens all the vale. Im looking for some young folks. And playmates whom I know;I ran away, but still tis not So very long ago. Lo ! many years the youngsters Have left these parts by rail, âLast seen upon yon railroad bridge, A rushing oer the vale. No school is kept at Edgmont â Behind yon hillock hid ? No school is keptâ the teacher quit Be
The masque of the muses . you know him ? He used to drive the stage ? Aye â he was made Assemblyman When railroads came the rage. 124 THE MASQUE OF THE MUSES. Hes dead : his son did badly âAnd went to rack by rail; He drives an engine on yon bridgeAnd frightens all the vale. Im looking for some young folks. And playmates whom I know;I ran away, but still tis not So very long ago. Lo ! many years the youngsters Have left these parts by rail, âLast seen upon yon railroad bridge, A rushing oer the vale. No school is kept at Edgmont â Behind yon hillock hid ? No school is keptâ the teacher quit Before the children did ;And then the few odd leavings Went off to school by rail âWent off in smoke oer yonder bridge That sweeps across the vale. Farewell, sweet dream of Eden! Dispelled by hunger-pain;Since all the boys and girls are gone, I take the evening train. MISCELLANEOUS. 125 Adieu ! these haunts of childhood,Theyre een an old mans tale; A last look from the railway leaps across the DINNER IN THE STREET. |(jp;^^ALF the city sleeps ;r^^ The other half is waking: âtM) // The one in downy deeps, The otherâshivering, winter day is breaking, And Frosty Morning creeps Slow down the steeple-steeps. Then, like a beast of prey, Sly, foraging for Day,Leaps into lanes and alleys âThe towns ravines and valleys âWhere, cramped, and sore, and aching, The poor are piled in , half and half, divided By penury and world is grown blind-sided, And does not know itself. Where darkness latest lingersIn drowsy Twilights lap, Grim Labors bony fingers,With savage rap-tap-tap ! MISCELLANEOUS. 12/ First break the morning nap; And out from unknown deeps,In night-fall snow and sleet,The early plodding feet Their devious ways are taking â Brave foot-prints new paths making, While half the city sleeps. Among the thousand men and brothers, Theres one with burdened backStops timidly beforeA silver-plated door. And drops his t
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