Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall
Mr. MacCall at Cleveland Hall,
Sunday evening-date to fix-
Fifteenth April, sixty-six,
Speech reported and redacted
By a fellow much distracted.
I
Who lectures? No mere scorner;
Clear-brained, his heart is warm.
She sits at the nearest comer
Of I will not say what form.
II
The Conflict of Opinions
In the Present Day, saith Chair.
What muff in the British dominions
Could dispute that she is fair?
III
Mammon-worship is horrid,
Plutocracy is base.
Dark hair from a fine small forehead;
I catch but the still side face.
IV
We wallow in mere dimension,
The Big to us is Great.
If she stood at her utmost tension
She might pass four feet eight.
V
We lay on colour in splashes,
With a mop, or a broom for brush.
How dark are her long eyelashes!
How pure is her cheek's slight flush!
VI
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poem by James Thomson
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