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Show THE MAGNATE'S DREAM Had I my way, 'his ruel clime Would be like August all the time, Without a wintry wind to blow, ' Without a slu;n of sleet or snow, I And not a drop of rain to queer ; Our pastime all the livelong year. Mad I my way. my team would play On Christmas and on New Year's day. I And all year long my brave young men Would help me gather in the yen. To me the pastime Is so dear I fain would have it all the year I "Play on! Play on!" the magnate cried. "Pla on although the heavens fall! 'Tis better to have plaved and lost than Never to have played at all " |