When suddenly started a lively chat
On the League and the Wilson way.
The travellers argued with their pro and con;
And loudly and fiercely they swore;
While some of them tired, and others looked wan,
And I was silent and sore.
For the Easter season was drawing nigh,
And I was perusing “Life;”
My soul was nursing an inward cry;
And I hated the oaths and strife—