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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

Seven Sandwichmen on Broadway

Jefferson Butler Fletcher

SHUFFLING and shambling, woebegone, they pass,

Seven in single file, and seven as one,—

As if a spectrum of all woe the sun

Here cast through some bewitched prismatic glass.

From their stooped shoulders, back and fore, hang crass

High-coloured chromos of a stage mignonne

In tights, astride a grinning simpleton

Squat on all fours, and long-eared like an ass.

“Success! Success!” we read—yea, thy success

We read, O wanton among cities: vice

Saddled on folly, woe beneath sevenfold:

Woe of the lust of life, and the shameful price

Of life,—woe of the want, the weariness,—

Of fear, of hate,—of the thrice false weights of gold!