Sam Walter Foss on Boston

“A hundred thousand men were led By one calf near three centuries dead; They followed still his crooked way And lost a hundred years a day; For thus such reverence is lent To well-established precedent.”

“One day through the primeval wood A calf walked home as good calves should; But made a trail all bent askew, A crooked trail as all calves do. * * * * * And men two centuries and a half Trod in the footsteps of that calf.”