NOT QUITE FAIR. UMMER and spring the lovely rose, The hills, the meadows, and the lakes, The rainbow, sunset, cloud, and star, But I-a poet-who possess WISDOM AND WATER. `IELDS are green in the early light, FIELD When Morning treads on the skirts of Night: Fields are gray when the sun's gone west, Like a clerk from the City in search of rest. "Flesh," they tell us, "is only grass;" And that is the reason it comes to pass That mortals change in a life's long day From the young and green to the old and gray. Not long since-as it seems to me— I was as youthful as youth could be: Cramming my noddle, as young folks do, With a thousand things more nice than true. Now this noddle of mine looks strange, With its plenty of silver—and no small change !— Surely I came the swiftest way From the young and green to the old and gray. Though the day be a changeful thing In winter and summer, autumn and spring; Both seem finish'd a deal too soon. And the calmest, placidest hours begin : From the young and green to the old and gray. "TWAS EVER THUS. I NEVER rear'd a young gazelle, (Because, you see, I never tried ;) But, had it known and loved me well, No doubt the creature would have died. My rich and aged uncle JOHN Has known me long and loves me well, But still persists in living on I would he were a young gazelle. I never loved a tree or flower; The blight, the wind, the sun, or shower, I've dearly loved my uncle JOHN, From childhood till the present hour, And yet he will go living on I would he were a tree or flower! I MY SONG. LEARNT a simple bit of rhyme An easy air to sing;— I thought the ditty at the time A rather funny thing. Of course, as I was green and young, My judgment might be wrong; Still, folks applauded when I sung My only comic song. 'Twas all about a Cavalier Who finds a pair of gloves, That lady to Hong-Kong— And thereupon abruptly ends My only comic song. |