He had contempt that was divine
For every sailor that he fed,
For while they talked of “Fun” and “Wine”
He read.

He washed their dishes, made their bed,
And gave their bodies joy with grace;
Nor could their insults on his head
Erase

That fine immobile pride of his,
In the embraces of each man
He was as different as a kiss

Nero , thus much for tidings in thine ear.
They of the Buondelmonti quake with dread,
Nor by all Florence may be comforted,
Noting in thee the lion's ravenous cheer;
Who more than any dragon giv'st them fear,
In ancient evil stubbornly array'd;
Neither by bridge nor bulwark to be stay'd,
But only by King Pharaoh's sepulchre.
Oh, in what monstrous sin dost thou engage,—
All these which are of loftiest blood to drive
Away, that none dare pause but all take wing!
Yet sooth it is, thou might'st redeem the pledge

Whoso abandons peace for war-seeking,
'Tis of all reason he should bear the smart.
Whoso hath evil speech, his medicine
Is silence, lest it seem a hateful art.
To vex the wasps' nest is not a wise thing;
Yet who rebukes his neighbour in good part,
A hundred years shall show his right therein.
Too prone to fear, one wrongs another's heart.
If ye but knew what may be known to me,
Ye would fall sorry sick, nor be thus bold
To cry among your fellows your ill thought.
Wherefore I would that every one of ye

Elsie Marley is grown so fine,
She won't get up to feed the swine.
But lies in bed till eight or nine.
——Lazy Elsie Marley.

Eighteen sixty-nine being the date and the year,
Those Waterloo sportsmen and more did appear
To gain the great prizes and bear them away,
They were counting on Ireland and Master McGrath.

On the twelfth of November, that day of renown,
McGrath and his keeper they left Lurgan town;
A gale in the channel, it soon drove them on,
On the thirteenth they landed on England's fair shore.

Oh, and when they arrived there in big London town,
Those great English sportsmen all gathered round;
And one of those gentlemen standing nearby

A dying figure against the sky;
Laughter mocking a piteous cry;
Terror, silence, an anguished plea:
“Father, forgive them, they do not see!”

Piercing the darkness like singing flame,
“My Love shall enfold them!” the answer came.

A dying figure against the sky;
Laughter mocking a piteous cry;
Terror, silence, an anguished plea:
“Father, forgive them, they do not see!”

Piercing the darkness like singing flame,
“My Love shall enfold them!” the answer came.

Down in a deep dark ditch sat an old cow munching a bean-stalk.
Out of her mouth came forth strawberry, strawberry froth.

Do you see this grain of sand
Lying loosely in my hand?
Do you know to me it brought
Just a simple loving thought?
When one gazes night by night
On the glorious stars of light,
Oh how little seems the span
Measured round the life of man.

Oh! how fleeting are his years
With their smiles and their tears;
Can it be that God does care
For such atoms as we are?
Then outspake this grain of sand
“I was fashioned by His hand
In the star lit realms of space
I was made to have a place.

“Should the ocean flood the world,

Do you remember when you heard
My lips breathe love's first faltering word?
—You do, sweet—don't you?
When, having wandered all the day,
Linked arm in arm, I dared to say,
—“You'll love me—won't you?”

And when you blushed and could not speak,
I fondly kissed your glowing cheek,
—Did that affront you?
Oh, surely not—your eye expressed
No wrath—but said, perhaps in jest,
—“You'll love me—won't you?”

I'm sure my eyes replied, “I will.”
And you believe that promise still,
—You do, sweet—don't you?
Yes, yes! when age has made our eyes

Dey tell me Joe Turner he done come,
Dey tell me Joe Turner he done come,
Got my man an' gone.

Dey tell me Joe Turner he done come,
Dey tell me Joe Turner he done come,
Come with fohty links of chain.