I saw the street between the sidewalks filled
In compact mass with wan and worn spectators
Who were in silence viewing the parade,
It was a mob of children, men and women
Whose pallid faces and whose piteous rags
Gave to the spectacle a capital contrast,
’Twas Easter, Easter, lo! The Christ has risen!
Upon the whole the show was capital.
CONTEMPLATION
I went into a house of many lofts,