There is a wide immensity;
A dollar twenty five a pound
And not a nickel to be found;
Then what has fate in store for thee
Between the tea store and the tea.
R. W. Answell.
——:o:——
A Song after Sunset.
(Being a Word from the Hanley Dog
by the Cynic Poet Laureate,
Alg-rn-n Sw-nb-rne.)
Lo, from my Black Country flung for thee,