Of the horse-races of long ago at Clary’s Grove,
Of what Abe Lincoln said
One time at Springfield.
OLLIE McGEE
Have you seen walking through the village
A man with downcast eyes and haggard face?
That is my husband who, by secret cruelty
Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty;
Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth,
And with broken pride and shameful humility,