DO WAIT, IF YOU CAN.
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Perplexing, exhausting, we ponder and sigh,
The war rages on and the taxes are high,
The self-same response as when first it began,
Be patient, and wait—Do wait, if you can.
The war rages on and the taxes are high,
The self-same response as when first it began,
Be patient, and wait—Do wait, if you can.
Thus, week after week, by the clothes-basket, when
From the laundry the clothes come in dozens, I then
Overhaul and arrange each set in their place,
Sew strings on, the buttons, the ruffs, and the lace,
All examine with care; and while I behold,
Each article seems now as precious as gold,
So dazzlingly white; then how may I plan
For more? The response is—Do wait, if you can.
From the laundry the clothes come in dozens, I then
Overhaul and arrange each set in their place,
Sew strings on, the buttons, the ruffs, and the lace,
All examine with care; and while I behold,
Each article seems now as precious as gold,
So dazzlingly white; then how may I plan
For more? The response is—Do wait, if you can.
Fine ruffles and tucks, which once floated around
The beautiful belle, on the pavement and ground,
Are rarely displayed, as the future they fear
May leave them quite minus a wrapping so dear;
And, alas! there's another great charm they must lose,
For the white cotton hose what substitute choose?
Week in and week out we retrench for the clan,
While the key-note is still—Do wait, if you can.
The beautiful belle, on the pavement and ground,
Are rarely displayed, as the future they fear
May leave them quite minus a wrapping so dear;
And, alas! there's another great charm they must lose,
For the white cotton hose what substitute choose?
Week in and week out we retrench for the clan,
While the key-note is still—Do wait, if you can.
The palace-like stores in Franklin Street Square,
Of cotton goods soon must be empty and bare;
Princes who trade there, an intelligent host,
May not of their fortunes make hurry to boast;
We would not complain at successes so great,
E'en though they do dine from cut-glass and plate,
If the cloud from the brow of the poor they will fan,
And never say to them —Pray wait, if you can.
Of cotton goods soon must be empty and bare;
Princes who trade there, an intelligent host,
May not of their fortunes make hurry to boast;
We would not complain at successes so great,
E'en though they do dine from cut-glass and plate,
If the cloud from the brow of the poor they will fan,
And never say to them —Pray wait, if you can.
