The strain that rises soft and clear?
Oh, it were well with us if we
Might in our own ways sound the sweet
And faultless notes as oft as he—
The little minstrel in the street.
Chicago Record-Herald.
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A CONFESSION.
I’ve been down to the city, an’ I’ve seen the ‘lectrlc lights,
The twenty-story bulldin’s an’ the other stunnin’ sights;