Ethics of the Dust

Ethics of the Dust.
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See the madly blowing dust- Dusty dust!
How it revels in the gust,
How it cove with a crust Of tenacious, moisty must,
Ev’ry object in the street,
It is monarch of us all –
When it rises up we fail:
When it comes,
When it hums,
Ev’ry kind of business flags- Every branch of business lags,
And it gags
Ev’ry class of trade afloat,
It is death to eyes and thront,
For it kilis
As it fills
Ev’ry eye and ev’ry throat.

Oh! the dust, dust, dust-
It is useless to complain,
Intercessions are in vain-
But it’s neithe fair nor just
We should suffer so with dust-
For the city is not bust.
Oh! the dust! It is here,
it is there.
It is flying everywhere,
How it permeates the air!
People swear!
Oh! the dust!
How it’s cussed.
-Engene Field.