• I.
    there was a time when meadow, grove and stream,
    The earth, and every common sight,
              To me did seem
            Apparelled in celestial light,—
    The glory and the freshness of the dream.
    It is not now as it hath been of yore:
            Turn wheresoe’er I may,
              By night or day,
    The things which I have seen I now...

  • I thought myself, indeed, secure,

       So fast the door, so firm the lock;

    But, lo! he toddling comes to lure

       My parent ear with timorous knock.


    My heart were stone could it withstand

       The sweetness of my baby's plea,

    That timorous, baby knocking and

       "Please let me in,---it's...

  • I say, as one who never feared

       The wrath of a subscriber's bullet,

    I pity him who has a beard

       But has no little girl to pull it!


    When wife and I have finished tea,

       Our baby woos me with her prattle,

    And, perching proudly on my knee,

       She gives my petted whiskers battle....

  • I count my treasures o'er with care,---

       The little toy my darling knew,

       A little sock of faded hue,

    A little lock of golden hair.


    Long years ago this holy time,

       My little one---my all to me---

       Sat robed in white upon my knee,

    And heard the merry Christmas chime.
    ...

  • COBBLER


    Stork, I am justly wroth,

       For thou hast wronged me sore;

    The ash roof-tree that shelters thee

       Shall shelter thee no more!


    STORK


    Full fifty years I 've dwelt

       Upon this honest tree,

    And long ago (as people know!)

       I brought thy...

  • My harp is on the willow-tree,

    Else would I sing, O love, to thee

       A song of long-ago---

    Perchance the song that Miriam sung

    Ere yet Judea's heart was wrung

       By centuries of woe.


    I ate my crust in tears to-day,

    As scourged I went upon my way---

       And yet my darling...


  • * * *


    S—— in Childhood on the Nursery floor

    Was extreme Old & most extremely poor

    He is grown old & rich & what he will

    He is extreme old & extreme poor still

  • Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite

       As blithe a little maid as you.

    And, though her hair is snowy white,

       Her eyes still have their maiden blue,

    And on her checks, as fair as thine,

       Methinks a girlish blush would glow

    If she recalled the valentine

       She got, ah! many years ago....