I br br The bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc- br oln Park br Shrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirr br by in long processions going somewhere to keep ap- br pointment for dinner and matineés and buying and br selling br Though in the dusk and nightfall when high waves are br piling br On the slabs of the promenade along the lake shore near br by br I have seen the general dare the combers come closer br And make to ride his bronze horse out into the hoofs br and guns of the storm. br br II br br I cross Lincoln Park on a winter night when the snow br is falling. br Lincoln in bronze stands among the white lines of snow, br his bronze forehead meeting soft echoes of the new- br sies crying forty thousand men are dead along the br Yser, his bronze ears listening to the mumbled roar br of the city at his bronze feet. br A lithe Indian on a bronze pony, Shakespeare seated with br long legs in bronze, Garibaldi in a bronze cape, they br hold places in the cold, lonely snow to-night on their br pedestals and so they will hold them past midnight br and into the dawn.