<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=125080" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lambert Hutchins</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: <br>One, the house I built on the hill, <br>With its spires, bay windows, and roof of slate; <br>The other, the lake-front in Chicago, <br>Where the railroad keeps a switching yard, <br>With whistling engines and crunching wheels, <br>And smoke and soot thrown over the city, <br>And the crash of cars along the boulevard,— <br>A blot like a hog-pen on the harbor <br>Of a great metropolis, foul as a sty. <br>I helped to give this heritage <br>To generations yet unborn, with my vote <br>In the House of Representatives, <br>And the lure of the thing was to be at rest <br>From the never-ending fright of need, <br>And to give my daughters gentle breeding, <br>And a sense of security in life. <br>But, you see, though I had the mansion house <br>And traveling passes and local distinction, <br>I could hear the whispers, whispers, whispers, <br>Wherever I went, and my daughters grew up <br>With a look as if someone were about to strike them; <br>And they married madly, helter-skelter, <br>Just to get out and have a change. <br>And what was the whole of the business worth? <br>Why, it wasn’t worth a damn!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edgar+Lee+Masters">Edgar Lee Masters</a> from <i>Spoon River Anthology</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=125080" data-title="Lambert Hutchins de Edgar Lee Masters" data-description="I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk: /One, the house I built on the hill, /With its spires, bay windows, and roof of slate; /The other, the lake-front in Chicago, /Where the railroad keeps a switching yard, /With whistling engin..."></div> </div> </div>

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