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Show FANCY'S FERRY. You've crossed big terry many time. Perhaps you didn't know it. He seats you In his ferryboat and then begins to row it; He dips his oars so softly toot you cannot even near them, ' And lol you land at Fancy's docks before you know you're near them. Oh ! Fancy's land looks very frand wiOt structures high and airy, And bright impossibilities to mislead the un- wary; ' And presently you find yourself, no matter what - your station, . A-building castles in the air that haven't a foundation. foun-dation. . And yet It isn't difficult to rear them till they're higher Than anything you ever saw In turret or in spire; And Fancy seems so wondrous kind, he gratifies each notion You've not a whim but is indulged through his extreme devotion. Old Humdrum town you left behind seems sadly uninviting, With school, and books, and lessons that you're tired of reciting. But lo! what's this! Tour castle shakes! Its . walls are all a-erumble! - Tou stand amid a ruined mass, alive, but very humble. Then Fancy rows you home again it doesn't take a minute; You wouldn't know his boat's so swift-that you were really in it. But-ataword (with such a shock!) false fancy lands his wherry; What does he care for foolish folk who daily cross his ferry! Julie M. Llppman in Buffalo Express. I - . i |