The loud cantankerous Shanghai comes at last, Whose shouts aroused the shorn ecclesiast, Who sealed the vows of Hymen's sacrament To him who, robed in garments indigent, Exosculates the damsel lachrymose,
The emulgator of the horned brute morose That on gyrated horn, to heaven's high vault Hurled up, with many a tortuous somersault, The low bone-cruncher, whose hot wrath pursued The scratching sneak, that waged eternal feud With long-tailed burglar, who his lips would smack On farinaceous wealth, that filled the halls of
Vast limbed and broad the farmer comes at length, Whose cereal care supplied the vital strength
Of chanticleer, whose matutinal cry
Roused the quiescent form and ope'd the eye Of razor-loving cleric, who in bands
Connubial linked the intermixed hands Of him, whose rent apparel gaped apart, And the lorn maiden with lugubrious heart, Her who extraught the exuberant lactic flow Of nutriment from that cornigerent cow, Eumenidal executor of fate,
That to sidereal altitudes elate Cerberus, who erst with fang lethiferous Left lacerate Grimalkin latebrose
That killed the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
what melodies mingle
To murmur her musical name! It makes all one's finger-tips tingle Like fagots, the food of the flame; About her an ancient tradition
A romance delightfully deep Has woven in juxtaposition With one little sheep,
One dear little lamb that would follow Her footsteps, unwearily fain. Down dale, over hill, over hollow,
To school and to hamlet again; A gentle companion, whose beauty Consisted in snow-driven fleece, And whose most imperative duty Was keeping the peace.
His eyes were as beads made of glassware, His lips were coquettishly curled,
His capers made many a lass swear His caper-sauce baffled the world; His tail had a wag when it relished
A sip of the milk in the pail, — And this fact has largely embellished The wag of this tale.
One calm summer day when the sun was A great golden globe in the sky,
One mild summer morn when the fun was Unspeakably clear in his eye,
He tagged after exquisite Mary,
And over the threshold of school He tripped in a temper contrary, And splintered the rule.
A great consternation was kindled Among all the scholars, and some Confessed their affection had dwindled
For lamby, and looked rather glum; But Mary's schoolmistress quick beckoned The children away from the jam,
And said, sotto voce, she reckoned That Mame loved the lamb.
Then all up the spine of the rafter There ran a most risible shock, And sorrow was sweetened with laughter At this little lamb of the flock;
And out spoke the schoolmistress Yankee, With rather a New Hampshire whine, "Dear pupils, sing Moody and Sankey, Hymn Ninety and Nine.''
Now after this music had finished, And silence again was restored,
The ardor of lamby diminished, His quips for a moment were floored.
Then cried he, "Bah-ed children, you blundered When singing that psalmistry, quite. I'm labelled by Mary, Old Hundred,' And I'm labelled right."
Then vanished the lambkin in glory, A halo of books round his head: What furthermore happened the story, Alackaday! cannot be said. And Mary, the musical maid, is To-day but a shadow in time; Her epitaph, too, I'm afraid is Writ only in rhyme.
She's sung by the cook at her ladle That stirs up the capering sauce; She's sung by the nurse at the cradle When ba-ba is restless and cross; And lamby, whose virtues were legion, Dwells ever in songs that we sing, He makes a nice dish in this region To eat in the spring!
Frank Dempster Sherman.
O, flaunting Rose !
Tell her that wastes her love on thee, That she nought knows
Of the New Cult, Intensity,
If sweet and fair to her you be.
Tell her that's young,
Or who in health and bloom takes pride, That bards have sung
Of a new youth at whose sad side Sickness and pallor aye abide.
Small is the worth
Of Beauty in crude charms attired. She must shun mirth,
Have suffered, fruitlessly desired, And wear no flush by hope inspired.
May learn that Death is passing fair; May read in thee
How little of Art's praise they share, Who are not sallow, sick, and spare!
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