Why feign to spread a cheerful feast, Recount, and welcome, your pursuits: O, spare to sing, what none deny, Or bid us dine-on this day week— As soft and sleek as girlish cheek, Of that we fear not overplus; But your didactic 'tap'— Forgive us!-grows monotonous ; Nunc vale! Verbum sap. Y'RE VERSES TO ORDER VERSES TO ORDER (FOR A DRAWING BY E. A. ABBEY) HOW weary 'twas to wait! Went dragging slowly on; The year The red leaf to the running brook The white snow filled the orchard up; But she was waiting still. Spring stirred and broke. The rooks once more 'Gan cawing in the loft; The young lambs' new-awakened cries Came trembling from the croft; The clumps of primrose filled again The hollows by the way; The pale wind-flowers blew; but she How weary 'twas to wait! With June, Through all the drowsy street, Came distant murmurs of the war, The gossips, from the market-stalls, But June shed all her leaves, and still And then, at last, at last, at last, But she stood trembling yet, and dazed : And thus the artist saw her stand, A LEGACY A LEGACY H, Postumus, we all must go: AH, This keen North-Easter nips my shoulder; My strength begins to fail; I know You find me older; I've made my Will. Dear, faithful friend— How will you live-of these deprived? I've learned your candid soul. The venal,The sordid friend had scarce survived A test so penal; But you-Nay, nay, 'tis so. The rest Not gold, that hearts like yours despise; The Life's Confession! |