At left, a "Naked Brown Babies" postcard from Panama. Below, Bolivar St. as it appeared in a 1910 postcard. The street ends at the "crash of the breakers" on Limon Bay.
 

The Naked Brown Babies
of Bolivar Street

By James Stanley Gilbert

 

Tho' Destiny holds in her shadowy hands

Adventure and incident for us to meet,

We'll never forget, tho' we may not regret,

The naked brown babies of Bolivar Street.

 

The crash of the breakers, the lash of the gale,

The thrash of the rain and the sun's awful heat,

May pass from us all, but we'll ever recall

The naked brown babies of Bolivar Street.

 

The idiom local—that shuffle of speech

We learn ere our isthmus instruction's complete—

We'll lose it—we ought—yet we'll cling to the thought

Of the naked brown babies of Bolivar Street.

 

The pleasures and pains of the present and past

Our sojourn here making so sad or so sweet;

Tho' all fade away, thro' the memory will stray

The naked brown babies of Bolivar Street.

 

They wade in the puddles, they roll in the dust,

No weather can ever their pleasure defeat;

All days are the same! Life is only a game

To the naked brown babies of Bolivar Street.