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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416886" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To The Judge</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Friend of my earliest youth,<br>Can't you arrange to come down<br>And visit a fellow out here in the woods--<br>Out of the dust of the town?<br>Can't you forget you're a Judge<br>And put by your dolorous frown<br>And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend--<br>Can't you arrange to come down?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can't you forget for a while<br>The arguments prosy and drear,--<br>To lean at full-length in indefinite rest<br>In the lap of the greenery here?<br>Can't you kick over 'the Bench,'<br>And 'husk' yourself out of your gown<br>To dangle your legs where the fishing is good--<br>Can't you arrange to come down?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bah! for your office of State!<br>And bah! for its technical lore!<br>What does our President, high in his chair,<br>But wish himself low as before!<br>Pick between peasant and king,--<br>Poke your bald head through a crown<br>Or shadow it here with the laurels of Spring!--<br>Can't you arrange to come down?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Judge it' out _here_, if you will,--<br>The birds are in session by dawn;<br>You can draw, not _complaints_, but a sketch of the hill<br>And a breath that your betters have drawn;<br>You can open your heart, like a case,<br>To a jury of kine, white and brown,<br>And their verdict of 'Moo' will just satisfy you!--<br>Can't you arrange to come down?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can't you arrange it, old Pard?--<br>Pigeonhole Blackstone and Kent!--<br>Here we have 'Breitmann,' and Ward,<br>Twain, Burdette, Nye, and content!<br>Can't you forget you're a Judge<br>And put by your dolorous frown<br>And tan your wan face in the smile of a friend--<br>Can't you arrange to come down?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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Friend of my earliest youth,
Can't you arrange to come down
And visit a fellow out here in the woods--
Out of the dust of the town?
Can't you forget you're a Judge
And put by your dolorous fr..."></div>
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