Lofty Sweep Street
where the gale breeze cleans serene
Where the deer and city meet
Here the truth each true heart seeks
When all the world from peace retreats
Where the rose grows pure and sweet
By those lofty sweeping streets
The chiming choir of crystal creek
Swales that rising spirits greet
Embue each soul with quiet grace
Some will roam and some will stay
Yet all return it seems one day
To those lofty grandeured states
Beneath the cheerful awnings gay
Nay there is no better place
Here the truth each true heart seeks
When all the world from peace retreats
