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Show CLASSVALE. Orassvale lay hidden in the hills, In Indolent repose, It lay there, like a snowflake in the bosom ot a rofe. Against the mountains on the east the east wl nds vainly pressed, And tho mountains stopped the fury ot the storm burst from the wett But the Graasvsle people waited for railroad to come down. And tunnel through the mountains and wind srandley Into town; Through the weed-grown streets of Orassvale men would saunter to and fro, And tell how when the railroad oame the little town would grow. Every night to Durkoe's grocery came a crowd of men to talk It With big empires in their fancy and twonlckels lu their pocket. But the cows trod down the dahlias in each housewife s small front yard. And whole droves of pla went rooting down the village boulevard. Every morn the mania sunrise all the eastern hills would streak, And God Hung his sunset banner from the topmost top-most western peak ; But moss jrrew on the nouses where no paint bad yet ayipeared, As the face that has no beauty Is the first to ralf e a beard. The clitnney of the old town hall was thrown down by the rain, And they stuck a rusty funnel through the bot- t in window pjne; At the llaptlst church ihe steeple blew off one tempestuous day, 1 And they left it as a rendezvous where hens I could go and lay. The groat dream of the railroad banished their I uneasy fears, 1 Although they had a suit of clothes but once In thirteen years; For they reaioued when the railroad should come Winding down their way They should have a pair of trousers almost every other day. And we all wait for our railroad, while our front yards grow with thlstlo. Lie and listen In our valley for the locomotive's whlHtle; . . , . Yes, we build up mighty railroads in our superheated super-heated bruin. While we ought to climb our mountains and Just foot It to the train. -3. W. Fou. |