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8
ST. JOHN'S CONDUIT, NELSON STREET.
Busied we pass this side life's weary wall,Nor know what eyes their tearful watches keep
Till we approach to our unending sleep,
And hear the sob, and feel the hot tears fall!
So, in this street, with roar perpetual,
The swift car rattles, and the wagons creep;
And though a fountain's eyes continual weep,
Till the night's hush we know it not at all.
Say, merchant, built in that laborious round,
That Give and Take, we men call business,
Can there, at all, a heart's fountain be found
So full of kind and lasting gratefulness?
Then thank Saint John for its refreshful boon,
Its lilied dragons, and its swinging spoon!
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