The Irish standard., 1889-12-21
\ THE LON DON or THE WEST,

HE aDoN or THE WEST.
III BY JOHN MARRIOTT.
Now and then do endeavor.
Hoping ever to succeed
With a composition clever,
Fittinx for one to read; ~.
Hence I'll pen a composition
With ambition Tor success,
Tho it may not gain admission
Thro the columns Of the press.
Lines Of mine have been rejected.
And respected. IL the past
Here are some have selected
On our city. growing fast.
Health and plenty all around her,
Which has crown'd her with its worth.
Gave attraction aud renoun'd her
Thro' the nations of the earth.
Few are they that hesitated
Not elated to invest,
III and rocnd our celebrated
Beautious London OF the West.
Zee the bounty nature brought her
With the water flowing free.
Thro' q most delightful quarter
From the bosom of the sea.
Few the people not admiring,
While desiring here to stay
Live and love until retiring
From the scenes of earth away.
What bounty from our Giver
Ia our river bringing pine,
Which it yearly does deliver
Down it's beautiful incline.
What grand. descending blessing
Is our pressing water power,
I believe am addressing
An emporium of flower
Blythe river ever flowing,
Never knowing quiet rest,
Coming grandly down and going
Thro' the London of the West.
Flashing slightly DER lis nightly
is our bright, electric light,
Braced up well, but none too tightly
For cyclone's wrath and might,
Strangers coming, turn their faces
Toward its braces going past
None so tall in other places
AS our stately, towering mast.
In the night or in the morning
At the warming of blaze,
To prevent it then from scorning
Firemen Gear the public ways.
They are ready with tue hosting
Pipe opposing night or day,
They would rather not be doing
When a fire is under way.
For proof of earnest action,
Satisfaction does attest,
In the center of attraction
In the London of the West.
Here the men of red complexion
Knew not section mark or line,
Tho they knew the right direction
To the land of waving pine.
Here they fingered family knowing
Duties owing to onHigh,
For the fish in water flowing
For the sunlight in the sky,
They were happy by the slantlng
River chanting to the sea.
Far sw+y from SETTLERS planting,
They were happy, they were free.
Rountiful the territory
In the glory Of their day,
Ere they banded for foray
Long ago and then away
Gaz ng OIL the sun declining
With repining hearts they prest,
Ear away from beauty shining
R,nnd thu London of the West.
Thro' Montana, thro' Wvo ming
They are roaming mid the hills,
Far away from waters fOaming
In the shade of mighty mills.
Now behold city vieing,
Nearly tieing with our own,
Where the river is replying
In lou Ter sounding tone.
We may hear the ocean seeking
Riy en- speaking louder here
Nea tn oar tested and uncreaking
Bridges that we need not fear.
Fancy now the tide fOreteiHng
Thro' its swelling grandly down.
Nif,y wears a million dwellings,,
la our cities Of renown.
Let ST. Paul have legislation
Our loo .tiun is the best
For q graater population
For q Lon Ion of the West.
We have seen the architected
Ice erected III St. Paul
More of credit is reflected
On cur Exposition Hall.
AS a pronf of more ambition
Exposition does suffice:
+ isnt q mere transition
Like a palace made OF ice.
Talk gees on at every table
How by cable cars go long.
Would that were only able
To produce greater song.
See the black and putting snorters
From all quarters of the land,
Shooting clouds from boiling waters
At the engineers command,
like the distant thunder
Bridges under two abreast;
Twenty years have wrought wonder
In the London OF the West.
Some may sing song OF Homer
Ancient Rome or lltionS fall
Flash in fancy DER the foam, or
C+o., ~ home nor siOr at ALL
I would sing Of local places
On the faces Of the press,
In the land where beauty graces-
Home with ell it's loveliness-
Some are blaming nae for aiming
All the framing Of d song,
But to places am naming,
Surely does theme belong.
Flashing lakes and tributaries
Wood and prairie near and far,
Thriving people where the diaries
All arol nd the cities are;