Securely might meet in the very same pen.
The crowd still increased on that magical ground,
And thousands and thousands came trooping around.
The haut ton and beau monde paced about debonair,
Tall and short, enbonpoint, slender, sunburnt, and fair,
While Hatred and Anger and Care fled away,
And light hearts and bright eyes were the charm of the day.
Then the painted balloon in its glory was bright,
And it mounted on high till it sail’d out of sight.
The Juggler, with tricks and illusions came forth,