<h2><SPAN name="chap09"></SPAN>THE RIOT</h2>
<p class="poem">
You may think my life is quiet.<br/>
I find it full of change,<br/>
An ever-varied diet,<br/>
As piquant as ’tis strange.<br/>
<br/>
Wild thoughts are always flying,<br/>
Like sparks across my brain,<br/>
Now flashing out, now dying,<br/>
To kindle soon again.<br/>
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Fine fancies set me thrilling,<br/>
And subtle monsters creep<br/>
Before my sight unwilling:<br/>
They even haunt my sleep.<br/>
<br/>
One broad, perpetual riot<br/>
Enfolds me night and day.<br/>
You think my life is quiet?<br/>
You don’t know what you say.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
GAMALIEL BRADFORD</p>
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