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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In city shop a hat I saw<br>That to my fancy seemed to strike,<br>I gave my wage to buy the straw,<br>And make myself a one the like.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wore it to the village fair;<br>Oh proud I was, though poor was I.<br>The maids looked at me with a stare,<br>The lads looked at me with a sigh.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wore it Sunday to the Mass.<br>The other girls wore handkerchiefs.<br>I saw them darkly watch and pass,<br>With sullen smiles, with hidden griefs.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then with sobbing fear I fled,<br>But they waylayed me on the street,<br>And tore the hat from off my head,<br>And trampled it beneath their feet.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=508759" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I sought the Church; my grief was wild,<br>And by my mother's grave I sat:<br>. . . I've never cried for clay-cold child,<br>As I wept for that ruined hat.</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=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a></strong></div>