If you your skies of ashen gray
Would change for sunny skies of May,
From Grumbletown, oh, haste away;
Move into Gladville, brother.
BIRTHPLACE OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN BOSTON
[CHAPTER VII]
DREAMING AND DOING
The talent that is buried is not owned. The napkin and the hole in the ground are far more truly the man’s property.—Babcock.