‘Our Father which’-the pronoun there is funny,
And shows the scribe to have addressed the money
‘Which art in Heaven’-an error this, no doubt:
The preposition should be stricken out.
Needless to quote; I only have designed
To praise the frankness of the pious mind
Which thought it natural and right to join,
With rare significancy, prayer and coin.
The health of all the upas trees impairsBy exhalations deadlier than theirs;Poisons the rattlesnake and warts the toadThe creeks go rotten and the rocks corrode!She shakes o’er breathless hill and shrinking daleThe horrid aspergillus of her tail!From every saturated hair, till dry,The spargent fragrances divergent fly,Deafen the earth and scream along the sky!Removed to alien…
The wise man homewards plods; I only stayTo fiddle-faddle in a minor key.
Says Africa: ‘Tell me, delectable Pow’rs,What is it that ought to be mine?’
Frank Hutchings overtakes Miss Sims,Both bound for Heaven’s high gate.In life they loved and (God knows whyA lover so should sue)He slew her, on the gallows highDied pious-and they flew.Her pinions were bedraggled, soiledAnd torn as by a gale,While his were bright-all freshly oiledThe feathers of his tail.Her visage, too, was stained and wornAnd menacing…
Francisco dwelt a wealthy man.So rich was heThat none could beWise, good and great in like degree.‘Tis true he wrought,In deed or thought,But few of all the things he ought;But men said: ‘WhoWould wish him to?Great souls are born to be, not do!’One thing, indeed,He did, we read,Which was becoming, all agreed:Grown provident,Ere life was…
Of my desire, but sit and watch the beatOf the unpitying pendulum fulfillThe hour appointed for the air to thrillAnd brighten at your coming. O my sweet,The tale of moments is at last completeThe 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…
