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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=125080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lambert Hutchins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=125080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:	 <br>One, the house I built on the hill,	 <br>With its spires, bay windows, and roof of slate;	 <br>The other, the lake-front in Chicago,	 <br>Where the railroad keeps a switching yard,	 <br>With whistling engines and crunching wheels,	 <br>And smoke and soot thrown over the city,	 <br>And the crash of cars along the boulevard,—	 <br>A blot like a hog-pen on the harbor	 <br>Of a great metropolis, foul as a sty.	 <br>I helped to give this heritage	 <br>To generations yet unborn, with my vote	 <br>In the House of Representatives,	 <br>And the lure of the thing was to be at rest	 <br>From the never-ending fright of need,	 <br>And to give my daughters gentle breeding,	 <br>And a sense of security in life.	 <br>But, you see, though I had the mansion house	 <br>And traveling passes and local distinction,	 <br>I could hear the whispers, whispers, whispers,	<br>Wherever I went, and my daughters grew up	 <br>With a look as if someone were about to strike them;	 <br>And they married madly, helter-skelter,	 <br>Just to get out and have a change.	 <br>And what was the whole of the business worth?	<br>Why, it wasn’t worth a damn!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters&d=Spoon+River+Anthology">Spoon River Anthology</a></em></div>