Of my desire, but sit and watch the beat
Of the unpitying pendulum fulfill
The hour appointed for the air to thrill
And brighten at your coming. O my sweet,
The tale of moments is at last complete
The tryst is broken on the gusty hill!
O lady, faithful-footed, loyal-eyed,
The long leagues silence me; yet doubt me not;
Think rather that the clock and sun have lied
And all too early, you have sought the spot.
For lo! despair has darkened all the light,
And till I see your face it still is night.
And look unmoved upon the slain,Eternal peace upon thy brow,-Before thy shrine the races press,Thy perfect favor to implore-The proudest tyrant asks no more,The ironed anarchist no less.Thine altar-coals that touch the lipsOf prophets kindle, too, the brandBy Discord flung with wanton handAmong the houses and the ships.Upon thy tranquil front the starBurns bleak and…
And he shook his head in a hopeless wayAs he sat on a roadside stone.‘O, ailing youth, what untoward fateHas made the sun to setOn your mirth and eye?’ ‘I’m constrained to stateI’m an ex-West Point cadet.”Twas at cannon-practice I got my hurtAnd my present frame of mind;For the gun went off with a double…
How soundly women sleep _(looks at his wife.)They’re all alike. The sweetest thing in lifeIs woman when she lies with folded tongue,Its toil completed and its day-song sung.(_Thump_) That’s the morning paper. What a boreThat it should be delivered at the door.There ought to be some expeditious wayTo get it _to_ one. By this long…
And in a jeremaid of objurgatory warningHe lifted up his _jodel_ to the following effect:O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tusslesO ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay!And a little while the digital and maxillary musclesAnd attend to what a Venerable Person has to say.Cease your writing, cease your shouting, cease your…
That if they have not ‘Faith,’ they’ll goHeadlong to Hades.Faith is belief; and how can IHave that by being willing?This dime I cannot, though I try,Believe a shilling.Perhaps you can. If so, pray do-Believe you own it, also.But what seems evidence to youI may not call so.Heaven knows I’d like the Faith to thinkThis little…
Which filled that Christian street?The Decalogue he had observed,From Faith in Jesus had not swerved,And scorning pious platitudes,He saw in the BeatitudesA lamp to guide his feet.He knew that Jonah downed the whaleAnd made no bones of it. The taleThat Ananias toldHe swore was true. He had no doubtThat Daniel laid the lions out.In short,…
