Volume 1 / Part 1 / Act 2 — CHARLES SPRAGUE.
Reading edition
Curiosity.
Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage, Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends, An incarnation of fat dividends.
Centennial Ode.
Stanza 22.
Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze We lift our heads, a race of other days.
To my Cigar.
Yes, social friend, I love thee well, In learned doctor's spite; Thy clouds all other clouds dispel, And lap me in delight.