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There was many a token of festal display	A
And reveling crowds who were never so gay	A
And as it were AEolus charming the hours	B
An orchestra hidden by foliage and flowers	B
There were tapestries fit for the home of a queen	C
And mirrors that glistened in wonderful sheen	C
There was feasting and mirth in the banqueting hall	D
For this was the annual Charity Ball	D
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There were pompous civilians in wealth who abide	E
Displaying their purses the source of their pride	E
And plethoric dealers in margins and stocks	F
And owners of acres of elegant blocks	F
And tenement landlords who cling to a cent	G
When from the poor widow exacting her rent	G
Immovable stern as an adamant wall	D
And yet who came down to this Charity Ball	D
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There was Beauty whose toilet superb and unique	H
Cost underpaid industry many a week	H
Of arduous labor of eye and heartache	I
Its starving inadequate pittance to make	I
There were mischievous maidens and cavaliers bold	J
Whose blushes and glances and coquetry told	J
A tale of the monarch who held them in thrall	D
Who met as by chance at the Charity Ball	D
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There were delicate viands the poor never taste	K
And dollars were lavished in prodigal waste	K
To pamper the palate of epicures rich	L
Who drew from the wine cellar's cavernous niche	L
Excelsior brands of the rarest champagnes	M
To loosen their tongues though it pilfered their brains	M
Oh sad if a step in some woeful downfall	D
Should ever be traced to a Charity Ball	D
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Outside of the window pressed close to the pane	N
And furrowed by tears that had fallen like rain	N
Was the face of a woman so spectral in hue	O
With great liquid eyes like twin oceans of blue	O
And cheeks in whose hollows were written the lines	P
That pitiless hunger so often defines	P
Who muttered as closer she gathered the shawl	D
Oh never for me is this Charity Ball	D
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From liveried hirelings who bade her begone	N
By uniformed minions compelled to move on	N
Out into the street again driven to roam	Q
For friends she had none neither fortune nor home	Q
While carnival goers in morning's dull gray	A
As homeward returning fatigued and blase	R
A vision encountered their hearts to appall	D
And banish all thought of the Charity Ball	D
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As if seeking warmth from the icy curb stone	N
A form half reclining half clad and unknown	N
Dead eyes looking up with a meaningless stare	S
Lay close to the crowded and broad thoroughfare	S
A form so emaciate the spirit had fled	T
But the pulpit and press and the public all said	T
As society's doings they sought to recall	D
That a brilliant success was the Charity Ball	D

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