Great God of Justice, be Thou just to me,
And as my thoughts, so let my future be.
THE LONDON 'BOBBY'
A TRIBUTE TO THE POLICEMEN OF ENGLAND'S CAPITAL
Here in my cosy corner,
Before a blazing log,
I'm thinking of cold London
Wrapped in its killing fog;
And, like a shining beacon
Above the picture grim,
I see the London 'Bobby,'
And sing my song for him.
I see his stalwart figure,
I see his kindly face,
I hear his helpful answer
At any hour or place.
For, though you seek some by-way
Long miles from his own beat,
He tells you all about it,
And how to find the street.
He looks like some bold Viking,
This king of earth's police -
Yet in his voice lies feeling,
And in his eye lies peace;
He knows and does his duty -
(What higher praise is there?)
And London's lords and paupers
Alike receive his care.
He has a regal bearing,
Yet one that breathes repose;
It is the look and manner
Of one who THINKS and KNOWS.
Oh, men who govern nations,
In old worlds or in new,
Turn to the London 'Bobby'
And learn a thing or two.
READ AT THE BENEFIT
OF CLARA MORRIS
(AMERICA'S GREAT EMOTIONAL ACTRESS)
The Radiant Rulers of Mystic Regions
Where souls of artists are fitted for birth
Gathered together their lovely legions
And fashioned a woman to shine on earth.
They bathed her in splendour,
They made her tender,
They gave her a nature both sweet and wild;
They gave her emotions like storm-stirred oceans,
And they gave her the heart of a little child.
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