A Relapse

A Relapse.
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Within the city’s din and dust,
Its heat and toil and friction,
I dwelt, as many mortals must,
Till saddened with affliction.
I called a doctor, one
I knew To be a skilled reliever
Of human ills; said he, “Sir, you
Are stricken with hay fever !”

Then to a cool resort I fled
As soon as time would let me,
And felt all right in heart and
head Until new grief beset me.
She is a widow-oh, such gracel
How can I ever leave her?
A pretty grass one.
Fatal case!
Once more I have hay fever!
-NIXON WATERMAN.