had anything sweet;
And some carried grub in their pockets, and hid
with a child’s bitter shame
To choke down the crust and the cooky before
some rude fun-maker came.
But out of such manhood’s successes of which
I’ve a right to be proud
There never was one I’ve uncovered, with such
a delight, to the crowd
As that pail with its bountiful dinner, each