Could only follow with envious eye,
Hearts in the doldrums and heads on the rack,
That numberless crowd at the Piper’s back,
A mighty flood whose resistless roll
Swept that Piper’s foes from their place at the Poll.
* * * * *
Off for the Holidays.—the Pied Piper of
Westminster leading the way.
Have ye not in memory kept
How, when out into the street