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While sages prate and courts debate,

The same stars set and shine; And the world as it rolled through Twenty-Eight,

Must roll through Twenty-Nine.

Some King will come, in Heaven's good time,

To the tomb his father came to; Some Thief will wade through blood and crime

To a crown he has no claim to;
Some suffering land will rend in twain

The manacles that bound her ;
And gather the links of the broken chain

To fasten them proudly round her;
The grand and great will love and hate,

And combat and combine ;
And much where we were in Twenty-Eight,

We shall be in Twenty-Nine.

O'Connell will toil to raise the Rent,

And Kenyon to sink the Nation;
And Shiel will abuse the Parliament,

And Peel the Association ;
And thought of bayonets and swords

Will make ex-Chancellors merry;
And jokes will be cut in the House of Lords,

And throats in the County of Kerry;
And writers of weight will speculate

On the Cabinet's design;
And just what it did in Twenty-Eight

It will do in Twenty-Nine.

And the Goddess of Love will keep her smiles,

And the God of Cups his orgies ;

And weddings in St. George's; And mendicants will sup like Kings,

And Lords will swear like lacqueys; And black eyes oft will lead to rings,

And rings will lead to black eyes;
And pretty Kate will scold her mate,

In a dialect all divine ;
Alas! they married in Twenty-Eight,

They will part in Twenty-Nine.

My uncle will swathe his gouty limbs,

And talk of his oils and blubbers;
My aunt, Miss Dobbs, will play longer hymns,

And rather longer rubbers;
My cousin in Parliament will prove

How utterly ruined Trade is :
My brother, at Eaton, will fall in love

With half a hundred ladies ;
My patron will sate his pride from plate,

And his thirst from Bordeaux wine : 1.,.,
His nose was red in Twenty-Eight,

'Twill be redder in Twenty-Nine..

And oh! I shall find how, day by day,

All thoughts and things look older; *How the laugh of Pleasure grows less gay,

And the heart of Friendship colder;

But still I shall be what I have been,

Sworn foe to Lady Reason,
And seldom troubled with the spleen,

And fond of talking treason ;
I shall buckle my skait, and leap my gate,

And throw and write my line;
And the woman I worshipped in Twenty-Eight

I shall worship in Twenty-Nine.

HOW SHALL I WOO HER?

L'on n'aime bien qu'une seule fois : c'est la premiere.
Les amours qui suivent sont moins involontaires !

La Bruyere.

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How shall I woo her ?-I will stand

Beside her when she sings;
And watch that fine and fairy hand

Flit o'er the quivering strings :
And I will tell her, I have heard,

Though sweet her song may be,
A voice, whose every whispered word

Was more than song to me!

How shall I woo her ?-I will gaze,

In sad and silent trance,
On those blue eyes, whose liquid rays

Look love in every glance;
And I will tell her, eyes more bright,

Though bright her own may beam,
Will Aling a deeper spell to-night

Upon me in my dream.

III.

How shall I woo her ?-I will try

The charms of olden time,
And swear by earth and sea and sky,

And rave in prose and rhyme;-
And I will tell her when I bent

My knee in other years, I was not half so eloquent,

I could not speak for tears!

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How shall I woo her?-I will bow · Before the holy shrine ; And pray the prayer, and vow the vow,

And press her lips to mine; And I will tell her, when she parts

From passion's thrilling kiss, That memory to many hearts

Is dearer far than bliss.

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Away! away! the chords are mute,

The bond is rent in twain ;

Nor clasp those links again;
Love's toil I know is little cost,

Love's perjury is light sin;
But souls that lose what I have lost,-

What have they left to win?

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