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Gems In Verse

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I ara tired of planning and toiling In th i.esofmea; Ilcart weary of building and spottinf?, And Bpoliíng and building n;:ira. And I long for the dear oíd riviT, re i drcamed my yonth away; For a dreamer Uves forever And a tuiler dios in a day. I am sick of tho showy seetnin 'f a HtV that is half a lie; Of the f.u-cs Uned with BohemtnC In tlie throng that hurries by. Fixnn the sletípk'ss iíihu.-íh.s' entleavor I trouldgo vrhere tho chlldreo playí For a dreamer Ui Aud a thlnksr divs in a day. I can freí no pride, but pity For ttie burdeos Uio rloh enduro; Tlu-r clty But the p .:; ;ii ÜTea !' the ]oor. Olí, the litUe banda too sklUful, And tho chikl mind cholcod with weod3l The daughter's hwvrr frown willful. And the father's beart that bleeds! No, nol From the streel "s rudo lmstle, Fi-orn trophles of mart and sta I woul.l tty to thn wo.tils low rustió And the meadow's kindly page. Let me dream as of tM by the river, And be loved for the drêam alway; For a dreamer Uvefi fi Aud a toiler dies in a day.


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Ann Arbor Courier