My hair is gray and my sight nigh gone; O blessed rest! O royal night! TO A VERY OLD WOMAN. LA MOTTE FOUQUÉ. "Und Du gingst einst, die Myrt' im Haare." AND thou wert once a maiden fair, A blushing virgin, warm and young, With myrtles wreathed in golden hair, And glossy brow that knew no care Upon a bridegroom's arm you hung. The golden locks are silvered now, The blushing cheek is pale and wan; The spring may bloom, the autumn glow, All's one - in chimney corner thou Sitt'st shivering on. A moment and thou sink'st to rest! To wake, perhaps an angel blest, In the bright presence of thy Lord. O, weary is life's path to all! Hard is the strife, and light the fall, But wondrous the reward! IMITATION OF HORACE. TO HIS SERVING BOY. Persicos odi, Puer, apparatus; Displicent nexæ Philyrâ coronæ : Mitte sectari Rosa quo locorum Sera moretur. Simplici myrto Nihil allabores Sedulus cura : Neque te ministrum Dedecet myrtus, Neque me sub arctâ Vite bibentem. AD MINISTRAM. DEAR Lucy, you know what my wish is, No footman in lace and in ruffles Need dangle behind my arm chair; And never mind seeking for truffles, Although they be ever so rare. But a plain leg of mutton, my Lucy, "Twill amply suffice for the maid; Meanwhile I will smoke my canaster, And tipple my ale in the shade. 10 AN OLD FRIEND WITH A NEW FACE.* THE KNIGHTLY GUERDON. UNTRUE to my Ulric I never could be, I vow by the saints and the blessed Marie. *WAPPING OLD STAIRS. "Your Molly has never been false, she declares, "Though you promised last Sunday to walk in the Mall With Susan from Deptford and likewise with Sall, |