My candlady's Daughters. WAS in the prime of full term-time, Beside the Isis' waters, I saw the smiles and felt the wiles Of my landlady's daughters. Their cheeks were fair, and bright their hair, A golden bright I mean; One packed my box, one darned my socks, The one would play the livelong day Would meet me on the stairs. VOL. VII. F 66 MY LANDLADY'S DAUGHTERS. And then the bliss of that first kiss, Behind the garden door! I do aver, like Oliver, I always "asked for more." We had soft talks, and moonlight walks And if from far we saw mamma Both took my carte-one took my heart, I tried the Schools; like other fools 66 The powers that be" seemed not to see They stopped supplies and shut their eyes I paid my rent, away I went, B.N.C. power W. B. Light and Shade. HEN the sun is shining bright, friend, And hope refuses to believe The noontide is not long; Be joyous in my joy, friend, When the sun is setting fast, and, friend, And hopes are vain and unfulfilled, And we are sad and lone We'll share our grief together, friend, As once we shared our mirth. Love is alone eternal, friend, VOL. VII. J. G. T. F 2 SCATTER the flowerets o'er the bier, Break, break dark sorrow's spell; Shed on her form the parting tear, And speak the last farewell. Look on the cold yet lovely face, And kiss the clammy brow; Never again that form shall rise To bid thy heart rejoice; Ne'er shalt thou see those bright blue eyes, Or hear that silvery voice. Nipt by the cold of death's keen frost, All that was loved and dear is lost Spring may not call to joy and bloom Calmly within her snow-white shroud Pain shall not throb, nor earth's dark cloud Weep we, the lorn ones, round her bier, She whom we weep shall shed no tear, Shall never mourn again. Οὐκαλέγων. |