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<p>The river which deprived us of our baths presented at five next morning a bleak and sluggish appearance. I missed Simon Legree and the niggers singing plantation melodies, but it may have been too early in the day. Most picturesque, busy, low-lying river it was, nevertheless, banked with shipyards, newly built wharves, coaling stations, elevators, steamship docks—evidences to a provincial Northerner that the South, wakened perhaps by the Great War, has waited for none, but has forged ahead bent on her own development, achieving her independence—this time an economic independence. To the insular Manhattanite, who thinks of New York as the Eastern gate of this country, and San Francisco as the Western, the self-sufficiency, the bustle and the cosmopolitanism of the Mississippi's delta land, even seen through a six A.M. drizzle, gives a surprising jolt.
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<p>Smiling as ever, our captors shook their heads warningly.
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<p>"Massachusetts?" he exclaimed. Then, all of a sudden, he shot back at me. "You're a lawng ways from <i>home</i>!"
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">But I would be on the island of the sea,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">In the heart of the island of the sea,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree,</span><br />
Where the old draft-horse is neighing, neighing, neighing<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">Out on the brown dew-silvered lawn,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the tethered cow is lowing, lowing, lowing,</span><br />
And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying,<br />
And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea</span><br />
That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously!</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">There, oh there! on the island of the sea</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">There I would be at dawn.</span>
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">But I would be on the island of the sea,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">In the heart of the island of the sea,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree,</span><br />
Where the old draft-horse is neighing, neighing, neighing<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">Out on the brown dew-silvered lawn,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the tethered cow is lowing, lowing, lowing,</span><br />
And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying,<br />
And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea</span><br />
That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously!</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">There, oh there! on the island of the sea </span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">There I would be at dawn.</span>
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<p>The tired cars go grumbling by,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> The moaning, groaning cars,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the old milk carts go rumbling by</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Under the same dull stars.</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Out of the tenements, cold as stone,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Dark figures start for work;</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">I watch them sadly shuffle on,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> ‘Tis dawn, dawn in New York.</span>
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">The tired cars go grumbling by,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">The crazy, lazy cars,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">And the same milk-carts go rumbling by</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">Under the dying stars.</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">A lonely newsboy hurries by,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;">Humming a recent ditty;</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 1em;">Red streaks strike through the gray of the sky,</span><br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> The dawn comes to the city.</span>
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<p>God made all things to live by pair,<br />
The beasts of field and birds of air<br />
He made to make no bad mistakes,<br />
But man he left to make some breaks.
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<p>When trouble brews twixt man and wife,<br />
As troubles do in married life,<br />
Take our advice and seek a breaker,<br />
The best for you is a Studebaker.<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 20em;"> — The Car with Character.</span>
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<p>The creatures dumb of all the earth,<br />
By Nature’s laws are giving birth.<br />
But laws of God for good of man,<br />
By men are broken out of ban.
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<p>But married life will have its flaws,<br />
Till states alike have divorce laws.<br />
They’ve got to come to save the home,<br />
Or things will be just like Old Rome.
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<p>Married life is a funny thing,<br />
We take the fling with a wedding ring.<br />
With some its one continuous fight,<br />
They kick and scratch and sometimes bite.
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<p>To man his married life’s a boon,<br />
If it is sweet and right in tune.<br />
But fights and scraps and family jars,<br />
Are worse than some old motor cars.
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<p>For men who fail to keep in sight,<br />
The laws of God for doing right,<br />
The laws of man are also made,<br />
With price to pay if you evade.
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<p>Words so sweet and words of leaven,<br />
Are those of Mother, Home and Heaven.<br />
When these we learn and get them clear,<br />
No more divorce we then will fear.
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<p>When man does choose his mate for life,<br />
He would avoid so much of strife,<br />
If he would use his common sense,<br />
And not so often be so dense.
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<p>Somebody scoffed it can't be done,<br />
Seven per cent to every last one.<br />
No compound rate or broker's fee,<br />
Will send you sure into bankruptcy.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p>Somebody gibed it can't be done,<br />
This thing and that and the other one.<br />
So we took off our coat and defied the whole ring,<br />
And we started to sing as we tackled the thing.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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<p>Somebody sneered it can't be done,<br />
Carry your paper for each mother's son.<br />
You can't collect, your loss run high,<br />
Let broker and banker cut the pie.<br />
We have done the thing that couldn't be done.
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