The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1892-04-03

That were gruesome dream dreamed
OF him who died of blows. All, me!
OF blows he blew himself. it seemed
or blows about himself, you see
Such ringing blows, such roaring blows
AS blows some loud. persistent nose.
They bore his body to the Hill.
NO, mol not herep' one dead man cried.
Another said, He wont lie stiil!'
He will lie still" the first replied,
For he has lied his whole life through,
And must lie still; 'twixt | and YOU"
"Pd like little quiet dear;
A good Old deacon meekly rose;
I'D like it still enough to hear
Old Gabriefs trumpet hen he blows.
/ make r motion" But he slid
Right back, and banged his coffin-lld.
For he smelt brass, smelt brass, you see;
Smelt green, cOTToding. bilious brass,
And signed beneath his lid, "Tis hei
Why. he would snatch that trump. alas
Aud mounting on my white tombstone
Would blow, and blow it, for his own %
He'd want my harp, my halo, STROUD
He'd say my halo does not fl
Why, he would blow and brawl so loud
I'd have TO take and give him it
If he's allowed upon this Hill.
In sheer despair. 10 keep him still''
The poor pail bearers were appalled,
They liked their beer, but not this bier;
Aud when the ghost OF Spreckels called,
you mosyi Potter out of here!'
They grew aghast. then sudden
And pottered to the Pctters' Field.
All, then the city grew and grew.
YOu should have seen the city grow!
Ii were as when the blessed dew
Descends, and March winds cease to blow.
1t were as if some plague or blight
Had lifted in single night.
For now no more coyotes prowled
And preyed on wounded. sick and sore.
No more he hOwled and howled and hOwled
Because men would not give him more
Enough! of Knob IIll, house or land
he held just two hands full OF sand.
No mora the Kearney, Kalloch brawl;
The blowing for himself, rs be
Blew up such hate and strife withal
That noun and verb could not agree!
No more his JOY or strife, his grim
''Pll get my little shovel in!'
Now swift, new vessels shot the slips
That bound the bay and knit the isles;
Now foreign ships and native ships
Flashed through the Gate in merry miles,
For he, who once with stick and tar
Kept watch for-well, he wasn't thar!
And wealth came back. as comes the bird
The strangers voice once more was heard,
For peace was in the land at iasti
Fair woman walked our streets. No black
Male watched. or walked her track.
The city crowned the sea. She sat
All gorgeous in rich robes Of gold
And silver garmentings. She gat
such glory as no tongue hath told.
No eye could see, so vast her plan,
Where lights left off or stars began.
Ben Butler sat his Seal Rock throne
And combed and combed his comedy hair,
Though there was scratching of the scone,
For there was very little there.
But still content he combed his fate,
The great seal Of the greatest State.
Sweet children laughed their sports and larks
In Sharon's home, golden shield.
Let's plant that haunted Potters' Fieldl
Bore wells! plant trees! Why, j propose
We make it bloom like Sharon's rosew
The boss well-borer bored and struck
"A something harder far than stone
And broke his tool. He blanked his luck
And danced and scratched his Irish scone
And cried; ut smells Ye hear it smell !
1t smells loik. smells ioik, smells loik-
wellv'
He bored. lie broke. He bored Alack |!
The Mayer came. The Council cane
''OPve broke me tools. Ofve broke me back !:
An, sor, Oi would not DO that same
Agin for all the gold in-town,
For sure, the diyifs In the wellp
Meantime an ancient tarpot sat-
With man attached, a grinning ghost
Across the field and grinned thereat
When most they growled it grinned the
most.
1t were gruesome sight, you know,
That ghoulish tarpot grinning sol
The Mayor mad, the Council mad,
And mighty mad that Irish boss.
lie spat his hands, he yelled 'Bedad!"
And started for that pot across
The haunted Pottcrs' Field-hs plan
To punch it-a la Sul-!i- van.
The pot shot upward like a cork!
The Mayor cursed, the Council prayed
No pitch was seen; but ptchfork.
1t made that Irishman afraid,
"What have Oh struck? What's in that
wellP"
That Quaking Irshman did yell.
That gruesome. grinning pot replied,
With fingers lifted to its nose
And forty tail held 10 its side
Just as the standard picture shows
R@plied with rather lurld tongue.
on We struck the cheek of Nike de
Yoangw Wv
sound OF brass, smell of gas:
a blow, as blowing off of steam.
smudge OF tar-but let that pass.
FOR this, you know, was but dream
A silly dream aud silly sung