Und I gits so fool of lof und goot cheer, Und I lofs his children und schweet frau too, I hat all der times mine arm rount her vaste Und I keest her, which vas schweet to my taste; Und on dot vat did we do und propose? Vhy! we trink some more peer! vhat you suppose? "EXIMPT." O'KELLY he swore, and bejabers he did, Fur the raison was clear, bejabers it was, That he hauled therein the stuff he ate, And whisky he drank, when he plead at the laws, And rode in, fur the paple to chate. O'Kelly a farmer, bejabers he was, Who leased out his sole acre on shares, To the big bugs, and the grasshoppers and craws, And hauled home therein, bejabers, — the tares. And a granger he was, bejabers he said, THE LOANED BOOK. I LOANED her a book, 'twas a beautiful psalm, The sweet and quaint poem of Omar Khayyam. From my own hand she took this treasure of mine, This story of Life, and read line upon line. What was dark as a dream in figure of speech, Clear marginal notes the true meaning did teach. And pure as a brook that runs bright over sand, And sparkling with truth, was this book from my hand. Alas! not by the hand in which it was placed, But by far other hand the book was returned, ALONE. WHAT Sounds of sorrow from the dark inane Whose wonted mate was dead, droop his tired wing, And wait the call that should no more be heard,- THE ENCHANTED GARDEN. THERE is a garden where I love to dwell, There no rude winds do blow, nor scorching sun It is a place where crystal waters run, eth one Like the soft chimings of a distant bell. The charméd inmates that it there decoys; There all the blushing flowers of virtue start,— It is the garden of a lovely heart. |