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 | City legends |  |
In the new, waiting years so soon to come—
When boys that now sport laughing in the streets
Shall be grave grandsires, wondering at the glee
Of frivolous boys, and making dividends
With their grim silent partner—Rheumatism;
When tiny girls, now perching on our knees,
Become old ladies, dignified and prim;
When “Eighteen hundred” shall a memory be,
And “Nineteen hundred” sound like old friends' names—
Perchance the children may some legends hear
Of this last quarter of this century:
When boys that now sport laughing in the streets
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Of frivolous boys, and making dividends
With their grim silent partner—Rheumatism;
When tiny girls, now perching on our knees,
Become old ladies, dignified and prim;
When “Eighteen hundred” shall a memory be,
And “Nineteen hundred” sound like old friends' names—
Perchance the children may some legends hear
Of this last quarter of this century:
| City legends | |