A BALLADE OF EVENING NEWSPAPERS.
The evening shadows gather round the room;
How full of joy it were to sit and greet
The twilight slowly deepening into gloom,
And in the cool forget the noontide heat.
The busy hum, the noise of passing feet,
Such quiet calm could scarcely serve to mar,
Did there not come to us from out the street,
Globe, Evening News, Pall Mall, St. James's, Star!