1895-]
The roses glow.
And the birds trill low,
And the lambs bleat over the hill.
O the sea is a-calling me, lassie,
And the wild waves shout “ ahoy.”
The white gulls wheel,
And the storm-bells peal,
And good-bye to your own sailor boy.
—Fanny Hart, in Vassar Miscellany.
Where the dancers whirled to love’s sweet tune,
And round them glowed love’s flame—
In the merry throng, with laugh and song,
Dove came.
In a dismal room, in darkest gloom,
In rags of want arrayed,
With a smile so bright with love’s own light,
Dove stayed,
In the dreary earth, ’mid songs of dearth,
In one dark burial blent,
From saddened throng, with funeral song,
Dove went,
In the upper skies, where holy rise
The songs with praises swelled;
In the angel throng, with joyous song,
Dove dwelled.
William Emmet Welsh, in the Southern Collegian.
I/isTUN to mi Chipmunk.
I heerd de chipmunk talkin’ to de peacock t’ other day
About his bright tail feathas, an’ his highfalutin’ way;
De peacock wuz a struttin’ an’ a floppin’ of 'is wing,
An’ de chipmunk tumbled flip-flops when de peacock tried ta’ sing.
“ Yi! yi! lnistah Peacock, what dat howlin’, got a fit?
Doan you know, yo’ poali ole fellah, you kaint sing a littl’ bit?
Bettah strut an’ show yo’ feathers, you makes a pooty show, —
Be satisfied with what de Dawd gibes on de yirth down heali below.
“ You’se proud an’ mouty stuck up in yo’ feathas bright an’ fine,
But you show yo’ common raisin’ in you singin’ ebry time.
So you bettah keep yo’ mouth shet, an’ de world will nebber know
But you wuz made to look at —yas only made fo’ show.
“ Den de chipmunk growled an’ capered, turned a flip-flop on de groun’,
An’ de peacock heerd a sermon dat had a splendid soun’.
De sermon ob de chipmunk could be took by some I know
Ob de people in de world lieah dat wuz only made fo’ show.”
William Emmet Welch, in the Southern Collegian,
Poetry,
Dovu’s Dii'Ti,