There’ll Be A Time

There’ll be a time, now mark my word, when Cuba shall be free;

When Weyler rides on his raids no more conniving treachery.

There’ll be a time when he will leave his well-protected “den”,

There’ll be a time, and when it comes, we’ll all be happy then.

There’ll come a time when Marcus H. will leave the public eye,

When Grover C. will abdicate without a public sigh.

There’ll be a time when clergymen will preach the word again,

And when they cease police reform, we’ll all be happy then.

There’ll be a time when martyred men will see the entire play;

When aigrettes and stately plumes will point the other way.

There’ll be a time when fistic’ art won’t be performed by pen,

There’ll be a time, and when it comes, we’ll all be happy then.

There’ll be a time when pauper dukes won’t wed a Yankee belle,

There’ll be a time the stage will shake the rank divorcee swell.

There’ll be a time when women fair won’t try to outdo men,

There’ll be a time, and when it comes, we’ll all be happy then.

Jan. 22, ‘97

Pub. in B. Courier

Feb. 14, ‘97

Marcus H. Holcomb (November 28, 1844 - March 5, 1932) was an American politician and the 66th Governor of Connecticut.

Grover C = Grover Cleveland

Aigrette – 1) a spray of feathers (as of the egret) for the head. 2) a spray of gems worn on a hat or in the hair

divorcee – possibly Lillie Langtry?