Capital best qualifies the weather

That Easter Sunday donned for the occasion

And the parade was also capital,

It was indeed a capital parade.

The gorgeous gowns, the stunning Easter hats

Were capital and those hand-made complexions

Down to the escorts groomed with perfect style

Down to the sermons that the preachers preached

In fashionable churches were most capital.

Indeed the sight I saw that Easter morn

Along Fifth Avenue was capital,

Upon the sidewalks silently and slow

The grand cortège of capital marched on.

And whilst I was enjoying this grand sight

There rose before my mind another sight:

I saw the street between the sidewalks filled

In compact mass with wan and worn spectators

Who were in silence viewing the parade,

It was a mob of children, men and women

Whose pallid faces and whose piteous rags

Gave to the spectacle a capital contrast,

’Twas Easter, Easter, lo! The Christ has risen!

Upon the whole the show was capital.