ents And joy where the ragged newsboy shouts: Above the sleeping host. Where the red fox patters over red leaves. " Great news by telegraph ! " And whirs the partridge brood. We see tliem march to the battle, THE WIRES UNIVERSALLY. Then away across the sunset land, And our veins are big with pride.… … Of the laud we love the best. 1 111-. « lUES IN PEACE. To wait for Number Six. We start from the busy city, We hurry, hurry homeward. We are knitting land to brother land. That throbs to the rush of feet, When the long day's battle Is done, And hurrying on the day Where the hurrying army of trade…
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