Yet spite of all its glory an’ the gladness an’ acclaim,
If I stopped to think a minute, I was home-sick jes’ the same;
An’ I couldn’t help confessing though it seems a curious thing,
That I’d rather hear a robin sweetly pinin’ in the spring.
Washington Star.
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THE ORGAN-GRINDER.
Beside the curb, out in the street,
The organ-grinder stands,
With stubbles on his swarthy face,