Many a long, long year ago,
Nantucket skippers had a plan
Of finding out, though “lying low,”
How near New York their schooners ran.
They greased the lead before it fell,
And then by sounding through the night,
Knowing the soil that stuck...
She came among the gathering crowd,
A maiden fair, without pretence,
And when they asked her humble name,
She whispered mildly, “Common Sense.”
Her modest garb drew every eye,
Her ample cloak, her shoes of leather;
And, when they sneered, she...
The grass hung wet on Rydal banks,
The golden day with pearls adorning,
When side by side with him we walked
To meet midway the summer morning.
The west wind took a softer breath,
The sun himself seemed brighter shining,
As through the porch the...
