And they laugh ’neath their whitening thatch.
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DAN THE HATTER.
An Old North Country Identity.
I tramped again ’neath a blazing sky,
In a Western land where the deserts lie:
But the rush and roar, and the life we knew,
When the ’Nineties echoed the whole world through,
Were silent, or uttered their speech alone
With a drab and dreary monotone.