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James Whitcomb Riley - The Artemus Of Michigan
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Grand Haven is in Michigan, and in possession, too,
  Of as many rare attractions as our party ever knew:--
  The fine hotel, the landlord, and the lordly bill of fare,
  And the dainty-neat completeness of the pretty waiters there;
  The touch on the piano in the parlor, and the trill
  Of the exquisite soprano, in our fancy singing still;
  Our cozy room, its comfort, and our thousand grateful tho`ts,
  And at our door the gentle face
      Of
          H.
              Y.
                  Potts!

  His artless observations, and his drollery of style,
  Bewildered with that sorrowful serenity of smile--
  The eye`s elusive twinkle, and the twitching of the lid,
  Like he didn`t go to say it and was sorry that he did.
  O Artemus of Michigan! so worthy of the name,
  Our manager indorses it, and Bill Nye does the same--
  You tickled our affection in so many tender spots
  That even Recollection laughs
      At
          H.
              Y.
                  Potts!

  And hark ye!  O Grand Haven! count your rare attractions o`er--
  The commerce of your ships at sea, and ships along the shore;
  Your railroads, and your industries, and interests untold,
  Your Opera House--our lecture, and the gate-receipts in gold!--
  Ay, Banner Town of Michigan! count all your treasures through--
  Your crowds of summer tourists, and your Sanitarium, too;
  Your lake, your beach, your drives, your breezy groves
              and grassy plots,
  But head the list of all of these
      With
          H.
              Y.
                  Potts!
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