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Show w ',iirwTqTraa'TTrii iTnnww.wdu wwwmb How dear to my heart U the show of my ekli hood, Tlie old country circus my boyhood day, knew! In these days of three rings, of hippodrome railroads. How fond recollection presents thee to viewl Cor weeks, while the posters on fences and church sheds Portrayed to my young eyes the scenes that should be, No vii t thrill of love, no throb of ambition. Has since equaled the bliss I gained dreaming dream-ing of thee! fbt old country circus, the shabby old olrcus. The wand'ring old circus my boyhood day knew. Sow faithful I worked la the ways that pr aented To gain the few pennies my ticket should buy! No toil was so sweetened no reward so at' pendous No misw e'er cherished his hoard as did I. flow fair 6hor.e the sua on the clad day ap pointed! How rife with strange bustle th sleepy oiC town! Aci when o'er the hill came the rumble ct wagons The bound of my heart said, "The circus hu come" The old country circus, the faded old circus. The one horse old circus my boyhood day, knew. WhdL pageant of now can that "grand onur compass? . What wit c-f today like those jokes of th. ring! And those divans of pine hoards such ease oridtal No reserved cushioned chairs of the present can bring-. Om elephant only, satisfying, majesties, Not Jnmbo nor sacred, neither painted ZM tliein all, and the whole dizzy, triple bl'l programme. For a single return of that old time delight, The old oounf.ry circus, the tawdry old circus The perfect old circus my boyhood day knew. Philadelphia CtJ |