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A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first read more
A solid man of Boston;
A comfortable man with dividends,
And the first salmon and the first green peas.
The sea returning day by day
Restores the world-wide mart.
So let each dweller on the Bay
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The sea returning day by day
Restores the world-wide mart.
So let each dweller on the Bay
Fold Boston in his heart
Till these echoes be choked with snows
Or over the town blue ocean flows.
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
Solid men of Boston, drink no long potations;
Solid read more
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations;
Solid men of Boston, drink no long potations;
Solid men of Boston, go to bed at sundown;
Never lose your way like the loggerheads of London.
Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!
Solid men of Boston, banish long potations!
Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!
In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who read more
In Boston they ask, how much does he know? In New York, how much is he worth? In Philadelphia, who were his parents?
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead;
They followed still his read more
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead;
They followed still his crooked way
And lost a hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent
To well established precedent.
One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a read more
One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
. . . .
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.
A Boston man is the east wind made flesh.
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't
pry that out of a Boston man if read more
Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You couldn't
pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation
straightened out for a crow-bar.
