EASTER ON FIFTH AVENUE

Capital best qualifies the weather That Easter Sunday donned for the occasion And the parade was also capital, It was indeed a capital parade. The gorgeous gowns, the stunning Easter hats Were capital and those hand-made complexions Down to the escorts groomed with perfect style Down to the sermons that the preachers preached In fashionable churches were most capital. Indeed the sight I saw that Easter morn Along Fifth Avenue was capital, Upon the sidewalks silently and slow The grand cortège of capital marched on. And whilst I was enjoying this grand sight There rose before my mind another sight: I saw the street between the sidewalks filled In compact mass with wan and worn spectators Who were in silence viewing the parade, It was a mob of children, men and women Whose pallid faces and whose piteous rags Gave to the spectacle a capital contrast, ’Twas Easter, Easter, lo! The Christ has risen! Upon the whole the show was capital.