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The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, / He passed through the doorway into the street, / A strong wind lifted his hat from his head, / And he uttered some words that were far from sweet. / And then he started to follow the chase, / And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet, / It made the people pause in a crowd, / And lay odds as to which would beat.
The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat, / The errand-boy shouted hooray! / The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand, / And smiled in a very rude way; / And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words, / But never, until to-day, / Did I hear any words that were quite so bad / As I heard that young man say.'