Poem by Benjamin Franklin King

How Often

They stood on the bridge at midnight,
   In a park not far from town;
They stood on the bridge at midnight
   Because they didn't sit down.

The moon rose o'er the city
   Behind the dark church spire;
The moon rose o'er the city
   And kept on rising higher.

How often, oh! how often
   They whispered words so soft;
How often, oh! how often,
   How often, oh! how oft.

1. No Harm Done
2. Benton Harbor, Mich
3. Her Folks An' Hiz'n
4. The Yaller Jackets' Nest
5. The Flowers' Ball

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