I’VE NEVER sailed the Amazon, I’ve never reached Brazil; But the Don and Magdalena, They can go there when they will! Yes, weekly from Southampton,

TELL it to the locked—up trees, Cuckoo, bring your song here! Warrant, Act and Summons, please, For Spring to pass along here! Tell old Winter, if he doubt,

IN A land that the sand overlays—… A multitude ended their days whose… Till they grew drunk and were smit… And of these is a story written: b… When the wine stirred in their hea…

When I was a King and a Mason —a… I cleared me ground for a Palace… I decreed and dug down to my level… I came on the wreck of a Palace s… There was no worth in the fashion…

Where Horse and Rider each can tr… It takes a fence and more than a f… For the one will do what the other… and blown, And when it is done, they can live…

BROKE to every known mischance,… By the light sane joy of life, the… Furious in luxury, merciless in to… Terrible with strength that draws… Strictest judge of her own worth,…

THE MIRACLE of our land’s spe… And long received, none marvel whe… We have such wealth as Rome at he… Had not or (having) scattered not… Nor with such arrant prodigality,

Who gives him the Bath? “I,” said the wet, Rank-Jungle-sweat, “I’ll give him the Bath!” Who’ll sing the psalms?

As I was spittin’ into the Ditch… I seed a man on a man-o’-war got u… 'E was scrapin’ the paint from off… Sez 'e, “I’m a Jolly —'Er Majest… Now ‘is work begins by Gawd knows…

I SEEK not what his soul desires… He dreads not what my spirit fears… Our Heavens have shown us separat… Our dooms have dealt us differing… Our daysprings and our timeless de…

DREAD Mother of forgetfulness Who, when Thy reign begins, Wipest away the soul’s distress And memory of her sins. The trusty Worm that diest not —

LONG years ago, ere R—lls or R—… Trebled the mileage man could cove… When Sh—nks’s Mare was H—bs—n’s… And Bl—r—ot had not flown to Dove… When good hoteliers looked askance

Lord, Thou hast made this world b… An’, taught by time, I tak’ it so… From coupler—flange to spindle—gui… Predestination in the stride o’ yo… John Calvin might ha’ forged the…

WHERE the sober—colored cultivat… On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, an… Come and go; Where the merchant deals in indigo…

MASTER, this is Thy Servant. H… He is mainly Head and Tummy. His… But Thou has forgiven his uglines… Art Thou content with Thy Servan… Master, behold a Sinner! He hath…