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CALLS.

How the effort ebbs and flows;

And on the ear distinctly falls,

In the jangling

And the wrangling

How in talking each one bawls,

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In the laughing and the chaffing of the entertaining calls,

Of the calls,

Of the calls, calls, calls, calls,

Calls, calls, calls,

In the clamor and the clangor of the calls.

But the man who makes no calls, -

Not a call!

What a world of comfort true he enjoys withal!

In the silence of the night

How we shiver with affright,

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