Far poured past Broadway’s lamps alight,
The tumult of her motley throng,
When high and clear upon the night
Rose an inspiring song,
And rang above the city’s din
To sound of harp and violin;
A simple but a manly strain,
And ending...
Henry Ames Blood
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I wish that I could have my wish to-night,
For all the fairies should assist my flight
Back into the abyss of years;
Till I could see the streaming light,
And hear the music of the spheres
That sang together at the joyous birth
Of that... -
One steed I have of common clay,
And one no less than regal;
By day I jog on old Saddlebags,
By night I fly upon Eagle:
To store, to market, to field, to mill,
One plods with patient patter,
Nor hears along the far-off heights
The...