Home!
Home I celebrate. I elevate my fog-whistle, inspired by the thought of home.
Come in! take a front seat. All you have to pay me is to take in my romanza.
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Part of a long parody, which appeared in Scribner’s Monthly. May, 1881.
This is a Poem.
I am the Poet of progress:
I sing the athletic life of the great University, the triumphs of the river, the apotheosis of muscle.
I sing the river, sluggish, opaque, sewage-breathing, but boat carrying,