Difference between revisions of ".MzAy.Mjc0NA"
(Created page with "FRANK B. MILLIKEN OF PORTLAND. F old Diogenes were leavin~ the COmfOI't,g of his tub. And up to Maine were comin:: for a "isit to the Hub, With his lantern lit and burnin::. o...") |
Peggyokane (talk | contribs) m (Protected ".MzAy.Mjc0NA" ([Edit=Allow only administrators] (indefinite))) |
||
(2 intermediate revisions by one other user not shown) | |||
Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
FRANK B. MILLIKEN OF PORTLAND. | FRANK B. MILLIKEN OF PORTLAND. | ||
− | + | ||
− | And up to Maine were | + | IF old Diogenes were leaving the comforts of his tub, |
− | With his lantern lit and | + | And up to Maine were coming for a visit to the Hub, |
− | All | + | With his lantern lit and burning, on the watch for trusted men, |
− | The | + | All Portland would advise him: "Go and find Frank Milliken." |
− | And the man, who has its confidences | + | The grocers' guild is ancient: it is older than the Port; |
+ | And the man, who has its confidences, must be a decent sort; | ||
You may scoff at casual honors; but they signify a bit, | You may scoff at casual honors; but they signify a bit, | ||
− | + | When they're all along of business and the honor's good and fit. | |
− | So you' | + | So you'll find him always busy, where the wholesale traffic moves; |
− | Or you'll find him quite as busy | + | Or you'll find him quite as busy, for the city that he loves; |
− | He's up behind her | + | He's up behind her pushing, when there's pushing to be done |
− | + | And they can push a bit in Portland, when they're pushing all as one. | |
− | But I'm not | + | But I'm not cataloging merits—it's a task I won't assume— |
− | I but introduce the | + | And modest men may well object to being set to tune; |
− | And refer you to the | + | I but introduce the subject—in language, ill-expressed |
− | + | And refer you to the picture—let the artist do the rest. | |
− | |||
− | |||
− |
Latest revision as of 20:12, 15 June 2017
FRANK B. MILLIKEN OF PORTLAND.
IF old Diogenes were leaving the comforts of his tub, And up to Maine were coming for a visit to the Hub, With his lantern lit and burning, on the watch for trusted men, All Portland would advise him: "Go and find Frank Milliken." The grocers' guild is ancient: it is older than the Port; And the man, who has its confidences, must be a decent sort; You may scoff at casual honors; but they signify a bit, When they're all along of business and the honor's good and fit. So you'll find him always busy, where the wholesale traffic moves; Or you'll find him quite as busy, for the city that he loves; He's up behind her pushing, when there's pushing to be done And they can push a bit in Portland, when they're pushing all as one. But I'm not cataloging merits—it's a task I won't assume— And modest men may well object to being set to tune; I but introduce the subject—in language, ill-expressed And refer you to the picture—let the artist do the rest.