At any hour or place.
For, though you seek some by-way
Long miles from his own beat,
He tells you all about it,
And how to find the street.

He looks like some bold Viking,
This king of earth's police -
Yet in his voice lies feeling,
And in his eye lies peace;
He knows and does his duty -
(What higher praise is there?)
And London's lords and paupers
Alike receive his care.

He has a regal bearing,
Yet one that breathes repose;
It is the look and manner
Of one who THINKS and KNOWS.
Oh, men who govern nations,
In old worlds or in new,
Turn to the London 'Bobby'
And learn a thing or two.



READ AT THE BENEFIT
OF CLARA MORRIS
(AMERICA'S GREAT EMOTIONAL ACTRESS)