The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript br Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. br br When evening quickens faintly in the street, br Wakening the appetites of life in some br And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript, br I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning br Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld, br If the street were time and he at the end of the street, br And I say, 'Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.