{"newspaper_name": "Iowa territorial gazette and advertiser.", "edition": "01", "page": "pNone", "byline": ""}
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Click, ck, dirk goes the type in his stiek,
Noting human events, as, crowding thick,


They daily before him arise.
Inc burst Of JOY aid the vail Of sorrow,
The deed OF wrong and the hope Of to- morrow


He scans with eager eyes.


1he ills OF this ever changing life, -


Like shadows flit-a teeming tht oug;
And each page he turns is ever rife
With its moan, its jest, its tear or song;
he marshals its doings, ,ondenses its hum
Wakes It again with the souni of his d,Sps----
Laughs at its freaks. lives careless and free
And merrily halls life's last ssReveille.n