I may not win you!-that's a bore! And for this cause, and twenty more, I send this gay book to you. If its songs please you,-by this light! I will not hold it treason To bid you dream of me to-night, And dance with me next season. 66 ANTICIPATION "OH yes! he is in Parliament; He's been returning thanks; You can't conceive the time he's spent Already on his franks. He'll think of nothing, night and day, No matter what the people say,— “He filled an album, long ago, He'll care for no such nonsense now: "I vow he's turned a Goth, a Hun, By that disgusting Bill; He'll never make another pun; He's danced his last quadrille. We shall not see him flirt again With any fair coquette; He'll never laugh at Drury Lane.” Psha! - don't believe them yet. "Last week I heard his uncle boast I read it in the 'Morning Post' He cannot eat at half-past four:' "In short, he'll soon be false and cold, And infinitely wise; He'll grow next year extremely old, He'll tell enormous lies; He'll learn to flatter and forsake, To feign and to forget:" CHILDHOOD AND HIS VISITORS I ONCE on a time, when sunny May And smiling,-who could choose but love him? For not more glad than Childhood's brow, II Old Time, in most appalling wrath, That valley's green repose invaded; |