The one is bearded, sunburnt, grim, and fights across the sea, The other is a little son who sits upon your knee. II. One is fierce and cold, Wife, As the wayward Deep; Him no arms could hold, Wife, Him no breast could keep. He has tried our hearts for many a year, not broken them, for he Is still the sinless little one that sits upon your knee. Pray with all your might, Wife, Pray for the dark, rough soldier, who fights across the sea, IV. One across the foam, Wife, As I speak may fall; Cannot die at all. They both are only one; and how thankful should we be, 46. THE FEAR OF DEATH. Last night I woke and found between us drawn, And suddenly I thought, Ere light shall dawn Some day, the substance, not the shadow, of Death And till day broke I listened for your breath. Dear God! a little longer; ah not yet! E. W. GOSSE. 47. THE OWL AND THE PUSSY-CAT. The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea They took some honey and plenty of money, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!" Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl, How charmingly sweet you sing! Oh! let us be married! too long we have tarried: HOEKZEMA, Poetry, 4th Ed. They sailed away for a year and a day, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?" Said the Piggy, “I will.” So they took it away, and were married next day The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon. 48. A BRIDAL RACE. Sir Hubert mounted his little brown barb, Quoth he "Sweet wife, let us ride a race, Whoever wins first to yon haw-tree, "And whether we live in the country, Or in town as I would still, Whoever wins first to yon haw-tree, Shall have it as they will." E. LEAR "Done!" said she with a light high laugh, Let us sign the 'pact!' She leant across, He thought to catch her limber waist, But she gave her jennette the rein at once; The little brown barb he shied aside, The race was short and she was the first, "Now fie upon you, winsome wife!" Cried he, "you ride unfair, For with that feint, that start too soon, You took me unaware." "What's fair", quoth she with her light high laugh, "I do not care three straws! Oh, I shall rule, yes, I shall rule, But you, love, shall make the laws!" W. BELL SCOTT. 49. LETTY'S GLOBE. When Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year, One day we gave the child a colour'd sphere And laugh'd and prattled in her world-wide bliss; CH. TENNYSON TURNER. 50. THE PRODIGAL. The scath of sin is on my brow like lead. The servants in thy house are clothed and fed My sin hath clothed thy presence with such dread, Mine, mine the guilt, all trespass deep and red: Naked I come, yet thou shalt give me bread. JOHN LEICESTER WARREN. 51. REQUIESCAT. Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair She that was young and fair |