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 of tears. She handed him a paper and pointed to a bit of verse.

He read to himself:

"I know a land where the streets are paved With the things which we meant to achieve; It is walled with the money we meant to have saved, And the pleasures for which we grieve— And kind words unspoken, the promises broken, And many a coveted boon, Are stowed away there in that land of somewhere, The land of "Pretty Soon."

There are uncut jewels of possible fame Lying about in the dust, And many a noble and lofty aim Covered with mould and dust And oh, this place, while it seems so near, Is further away than the moon; Though our purpose is fair, yet we never get there— To the land of "Pretty Soon."

The roads that lead to that mystic land Are strewn with pitiful wrecks; And the ships that have sailed for its shining strand Bear skeletons on their decks. It is further at noon than it was at dawn, And further at night than at noon; Oh let us beware of that land down there— The land of "Pretty Soon."