Show TILE LIGHTS OP OF LIMS LEEDS there are no lights that shine alko ak the lights ot of leeds leede through its ita two dozen houses that are hid behind the trees and a few farmers barns with their i sorghum mills and dairy and a staggering street la Is all there I 1 la Is that anybody sees I 1 have seen the lights of broadway theres a million out in frisco there Is state street in chicago notre dame in montreal and the port illuminations up and down the coast 0 of cisco but I 1 do not hanker for them for not the samo same at all friwat fr wat w ftp aryn viper 1 it Is rockey hills anti and coders ceders on the road to leeds the holt halt tho the year its mud or dust and half the year its snow on street and path and trail ive stepped in lifes itinerary but nowhere in the round wide world that I 1 would rather go T r can see the river neath its misty blanket oozing though the atlas says say ive tra traveled velea west so far im going homo home and above the mists the twilight lights their cheery gloat gloumi nj defus ing each night I 1 see in sunny fez or way up north in nome theres a girl that I 1 know and she lives in leeds the lord forgive me that I 1 was a carefree loiterer of what she thought the halt half the truth the half imaginary vve dye met a million women since but never ono one like her T f theres a world to travel over but theres never a forgetting there Is work to do in plenty ther are rounds of loy joy and pain theres a thought of rosy promise and a vague and dull regretting both as futile as a vision of a cas tle tie built in spain I 1 may never see again those lights of leeds I 1 excepting through the hazy eye the retrospection mists and still know im conscious of a 1 fleeting mad vagary ary A A haunting phantom something that through change and time persists and I 1 hear that something speaking speak lne and I 1 harken to its talking theres a lifting of the burden then the salvage of the wrack and I 1 see leeds lights again and her and me out walking and those aro are times I 1 fed afeei perhaps I 1 might magh t be going back there are no lights that shine like the lights of leeds though its two dozen houses against the whole world I 1 prefer and perhaps VII ill go and P pe e again the sorghum mills and dairy and perhaps perhaps ill wander do down the staggering stagger lne street with I 1 her MILES E MILLER |