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That men, like old brooms, have their feelings hurt too;
And when life’s working wheels run slower each day,
Are informed they’re too old, please move out of the way.
Sweep, sweep, heigho,
Hereabout, thereabout, out I go.

— Lee Brant (Demorest, 1886)

A Sign of Spring

The frozen brooks refuse to flow;
The air is filled with flying snow,
In sudden showers:
Yet something tells me Spring is near,
Sweet Spring, who brings the waiting year
Its birds and flowers.

‘Tis not that I have faintly heard
An echo from some singing bird,
Adown the gale;
Nor in the leafless woods have found,
Half hidden in the icy ground,
One blossom pale:

No, something fairer proves the birth
Of sunny days, a sign that’s worth
A Herrick’s sonnet.
‘Tis Delia with a charming frown,
In doubt just how to trim the crown
Of her Spring bonnet.

— Dudley C. Hasbrouck (Century Magazine, 1887)

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