CHARLES SPRAGUE.
Curiosity.
Lo, where the stage, the poor, degraded stage,
Holds its warped mirror to a gaping age.
Through life's dark road his sordid way he wends,
An incarnation of fat dividends.
Centennial Ode.
Stanza 22.
Behold! in Liberty's unclouded blaze
We lift our heads, a race of other days.