Accept, dear girl, this little tok… And if between the lines you seek, You’ll find the love I’ve often s… The love my dying lips shall speak… Our little ones are making merry

To the willows of the brookside The mill wheel sings to-day— Sings and weeps, As the brooklet creeps Wondering on its way;

I was just a little thing When a fairy came and kissed me; Floating in upon the light Of a haunted summer night, Lo, the fairies came to sing

When our babe he goeth walking in… Around his tinkling feet the sunbe… The posies they are good to him, And bow them as they should to him… As fareth he upon his kingly way;

In maudlin spite let Thracians fi… Above their bowls of liquor; But such as we, when on a spree, Should never brawl and bicker! These angry words and clashing swo…

It’s June ag’in, an’ in my soul I… That’s sure to come this time o’ y… For, every June, the Sunday-schoo… Where “fields beyont the swellin’… Where little girls are skeered to…

My garden aboundeth in pleasant no… And fragrance is over it all; For sweet is the smell of my old,… In their places against the wall. Here is a folio that’s grim with a…

To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl… Strays o’er the meads where daisie… Or, ling’ring where the brooklets… Laves in the cool, refreshing flow… To-morrow, Thisbe, with a host

Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; And heresies called fashions

Speakin’ of dorgs, my bench-legged… Hed most o’ the virtues, an’ nary… Some folks called him Sooner, a n… From his predisposition to chronic… But, rouse his ambition, he couldn…

In Mrs. Potter’s latest play The costuming is fine; Her waist is made decollete— Her skirt is new design.

The gods let slip that fiendish gr… Upon me last week Sunday— No fiercer storm than racked my fo… E’er swept the Bay of Fundy; But now, good-by

(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into t… Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white— A ghostly shadow in ghostly light,

A little boy whose name was Tim Once ate some jelly-cake for tea— Which cake did not agree with him, As by the sequel you shall see. ‘My darling child,’ his mother sai…

Keep me, I pray, in wisdom’s way That I may truths eternal seek; I need protecting care to-day,— My purse is light, my flesh is wea… So banish from my erring heart