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Show AN EPITAPH FOR JOHN BUNNY Yerlck is dead Boy Hamlot walks forlorn Beneath the battlements of Elslnoro. Where nro thoso quiddities and capers cap-ers now That used to sot tho table in a roar? And do his bauble bells boyond tho clouds Ring out, and shako with mirth tho planots bright? No doubt ho brings tho blessed dead good cheer, But silence broods on Elslnoro tonight. to-night. That little elf, Ophelia, eight years old, Upon hor battored doll's taunch bosom bo-som weeps (Oh, best of mon, that wovo glad fnlry tales!) With tear burned face at last tho darling Bleeps, Hamlot himself could not glvo cheer or help, Though firm and brave, with his boy face controlled; For ovory game thoy started out to play, Yerlck Invented In tho days of old. Tho times aro out of Joint!, Oh, cursed curs-ed spit! Tho noblo Jester, Yorlck, coraos no moro. And Hamlot hldos his tearB in boyish boy-ish prldo Uy somo lone turret stair in Elslnoro. Not so but hero In Springfield's crowded street Tho grocer's children miss their heart's delight. Tho proud young newsboy boors a heart ot lead; Tho children of tho wlso and soundly sound-ly bred, And children of tho ragman, mourn tholr dead. John Bunny acts upon tho films of night. Vachol Lindsay. |