Sunset In The City.
Down at the end of the iron lane I see the sunset's glare, And the red bars lie across the sky Like steps of a wondrous stair. Below, the throng, with unlifted eye, Sweeps on in its heedless flight Where the street's black funnel pours its tide Out into the deepening night. And no one has stopped to read God's word On the fiery heavens scrolled Save an old man dreaming of boyhood's days, And a boy who would fain be old.
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"Down at the end of the iron lane..."
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